Saturday, November 10, 2012

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