Searching for the right analogy

Our shadows, like the evening, fall long
and lonely across the soft of new green.
I will cry myself to sleep again tonight,
wake up in the dark of morning to throw
your heavy left hard across my chest.
A man’s gloves are his own, yes; I know.
So I will fight my own fight,
and not ask you to understand. The sun
shines even as it daily dies, but the blossoms
I passed under not a week ago
already brown and fall. What if love
is not a sun but a blossom, and all
the moment we have, this? Will you
still walk alone? Will your strength be enough?

2 thoughts on “Searching for the right analogy

  1. Nothing if about this babe:

    What if love
    is not a sun but a blossom, and all
    the moment we have, this?

    That be the truth. Do not waste a moment. Good write,thanks.. Mosk

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