selective knowing

i know, sometimes, why this needs to be done

sometimes, i think i know,

why you need to go

the sun, 

isn't it?

it is because of the sun

during the day,

when you're gone

you are there,

you are behind the sun

aren't you?

the brightness

the light

the blinding serene yellow bright light

the one coming from the sun

comes from 

what's behind the sun,

you

i know now, why you need to go 

sometimes

i do

and then some nights

when the sheets are cold

and when my feet are curled up

when your absent fingers 

trace my spine

and lips that i miss

kiss my neck

i know,

why this is how it must be

the moon

isn't it?

it is because of the moon

it needs to feel full

and complete

and beautiful too

some nights

it must

and you are the one

who the moon needs

aren't you?

you're the one

holding its hand

coaxing it 

with your honey words

and soothing touch

and silken eyelashes

coaxing it

to not be shy

and shine

to come out of the shadows

and show its

wholesome form

it's you 

isn't it?

i know now, why you need to go 

sometimes

i do

i know, sometimes, why this needs to be done

sometimes, i think i know,

why you need to go

but only

sometimes

about the other times

i can't reason

or make peace

with my mind

it isn't that i can't

find answers

if i really wanted to find

them

i choose not to

why should i?

i ask

why should i?

the sun and the moon

i know they need you

and i know you must do

what you have to

but even then

the sun and the moon

can never 

want you

need you

miss you

the way i do

so i say this

my solemn promise

sometimes, i'll understand
why you need to go

but only sometimes