by Richard Vince

She looked almost happy there,
For a moment, until he reminded
Her that she isn’t. The sunlight
In her eyes clouded over, leaving
Her cold in her summer clothes.

Always so serious. Always in
Such a hurry to get to the
Next place that he cannot
Enjoy where he is. His soul
Is always thunder and
His eyes are always rain.

Her light tries to burn away
His clouds, but he always looks
Past her, searching for things
To come, worrying what
Might be next.

She will be next to go, he thinks;
His clouds will obscure
Her radiance forever.


Posted on 09/18/2012
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