The sun blinds me
To all but you,
A blistery, heavy day
Which I stumble through
The recollection of those
Painful yet cool nights
Of anticipation,
A bat strung out,
Upside down,
Hung to dry like laundry
Wings folded over
My chest to keep
My heart from falling out.
I see best in the dark
Though have stared
Too hard at the tiny screen
Upon which you used to appear,
Messages that no longer arrive
With a ping and pang of pain,
The darkness hides me
While I can still see,
Protects me
Like a curtain drawn
Between me and danger,
Too much revealed
By daylight,
When even my best intentions
Are exposed
I do not know which
I want more
The night that keeps me
From harm,
Or the stark daylight
That lets me see
The real you.
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