Sunday, March 17, 2013


So far
I have watched every sunrise this week
without fail,
you were in each one.

Whether in the sun, or the clouds,
or the horizon, I cannot say,
only that you were.

Which is odd,
as a sunrise
Is perhaps the only thing that We
(together, you and I)
never shared.

And so
every sunrise this week
and every sunrise
every sunrise
holds you
while I, only seeing, do not.