Honey

Just like you, the walls were beautiful, but the roof leaked,

and just like the roof, your eyes leaked onto your face, wet and warm.

With the state of grey I see you in,

I know, but this is not the end.

Your hair, a mess of brown.

Your honey scent all over me and I see…

I see the sweat on your brow.

My fingers trace the curve of your face as you close your eyes.

I think about them most of all.

The sorrow in them is familiar; like a crack in a wall.

I won't let you fall.

I know the darkness threatens to drown you,

but rest comfortably in my car, we could drive away from it, don't stall.

And as we drive on, we will see the sun rising and know we are bathing in

the light even as infinite shadows surround us everywhere in sight.