A Star is to Me as the The Sun is to We

a love poem

By R.C. TaylorPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

If only I can make the moon sigh my name

once more with the same care that you used

to do mine—like an amen hung in the eve sky

—will it give my soul back to me?

—turn back time?

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Does the sun know that it is a star too, not just

The Sun, in the same way that I had to see I am

me not just We?

In the same way that I had to see that I am not

the girl you made to mold me to be, to be free

of you?

And now I am Me with no we and the sky

is my own sea to wade in once more with bare

feet, ribs home to fast star beat, then swim

in this mess of a love poem to me, my path

to heal 'til the very end.

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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