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