The Second Suspension
The night I've alluded to has since faded, my sweetheart.
And I’ve felt the rush of air between.
I smashed the stars
To rim your glass with pop rocks
Sizzled effervescence on your tongue. It was all I could do.
Hope is now a lifestyle, a baseline of our truth.
Sliced to the heart of my volition.
The silence is loud but I’m starting to take comfort in its consistency.
My ears ring with the emptiness, but a ring is still a ringing.
Somewhere on the other edge of this alienating void
There’s you.
Sunflowers are used to the sun, you see. And with your brilliance receding away,
I find things to be harder to cultivate on my own.
Not so much a hurricane now, for my skies have calmed.
Three small words are the crown jewels
And they’re under lock and key.
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