Rise and Fall

It’s the way that sun comes up everyday,

I swear it’s attached to a string on your finger.

I lay awake, waiting –

waiting for those golden rays to spill through my window

and I always, always think of you.

You are the void,

the absence

that I begin everyday thinking of.

I yearn to pull the sheets over my head and

vanish.

I would disappear into your world –

if you just ask,

I would walk on water for you.

But you don’t ask 

and everyday that sun rises and sets,

just a yo-yo on your finger. My heart.

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