Crayons In The Sun

I need to know you like

An afterlife

The real you

Who only your mother knew

The golden you, untainted

Abandoned

Marooned

Uncharted

They think they know you

Exposed

Weakened strength

Tomorrow we will laugh

At how we struck down

The portals of time like it was

An afterthought

There is no more longing

No expectations

Only a content, knowing breeze

Have patience

We are children playing

Melting together

With all the color and warmth

Of crayons in the sun

I went to the Muse Store to find you

My soul could not afford the price of pain

To purchase you

I will survive with this burden of regret

I will divide into infinite cells like my Amoeba identity

Maybe this will reduce

My longing to know you

The true you who only your mother knew

I will pass through the rest of this life

In a daze of my former self

Content with the envy

That someone

Somewhere

Someday

Will have my Muse

I will not be bitter

I will not grow jaded

I will congratulate my opponent

Seething with joy

John Patricelli