That, That, and the Third

See,
the sun never
disappears
completely,
as
the memory
of
her beautiful
sting
resonates like
stars
do
during their
courting phase,
When this
shift change
happens
between day and night,
we
find our
true
love staring back
at
us.
See,
poets don’t
get
the chance to smooth
out
these
words,
like this,
that, and the
third.
We only
get
to borrow
them
for
the
moment
that the sun
allows
it.

M.C. Davis

 

 

 

Be There

I’ll be there,
just like you asked,
with love
on
the brain,
and with you
settled in my heart.
I’ll be there,
and without the chaos
of
dust
too busy to settle,
or a
sun too
prideful to
shut
everything down.
See,
I’ll be there
because my need
to
be with you
shifts
and permits me no
latitude
to
simply
be
here
without you.

M.C. Davis

Don’t Forget

Last year
we
danced like
no one
watched,
then
decided to fill
the
void
by singing
when the moment
focused
away
from
us.
We’re destined
for
greatness
you said,
stretching
our morning routine
to
a
new routine,
like
the time we
didn’t
forget what
brought us
here
in
the first
place,
and
just sat without
speaking
one
word.

M.C. Davis

If Only For One Night

This year,
solemn and weary,
the days
deter from
deciding quickly to
become
the things we
want
them to be.
They
linger,
and force
us
to watch
in disbelief
in
their ability to love
without
knowing
all
of
the facts.
See,
if only
for one night,
we
can
become like the
solemn
days,
then we’ll
just be right
where
we
belong.

M.C. Davis