Blessed With This Curse

This is nightfall. As trees blow in the breeze. Talking sweet nothings while disclosing autumn leaves. This is removal. This is renewal. This is the night time secret that keeps us inside after dark. Stars are shining, as to avert your eyes, as night comes alive. Kiss the night’s sky to taste this lost good bye. And as earth gave way to shaped wood you became the master. Shaped through selfishness. To pull the severed ties of old. You’re dancing on the center stage but you’re still alone. Taste this sting, deep inside your heart, you’re just as lost as me. like a blind man walking through an open door too afraid to see. His shadow is still just as long, like the smile upon your face. But indifference is not healing and does not make this submission anything less than prolonged.