Sun-Downing

It sure looks to me like the clouds follow me

I drive for solace, finding comfort in trees reaching up to them

Memories flash like liquid light, coming and going but the tears remain

It's in drives like these that I'm comforted by the uncomfortable

There's no one to see, no one to listen, I wear no masks

I just am...sun-downing with things that keep me from sleeping

I don't listen to God, I don't plead to the omnipotent

I let the feeling become sentient as it sits on my passenger side

Sometimes details are fuzzy, as visible as a water sprayed window

But I remember the feeling, the one that keeps you lonely just for a kiss

The one that begs for isolation merely for the empty promise of clarity

Sun-downing isn't about being intimate with solution

It's about nurturing the spider that sleeps in the crawl space of you

It's about patting the slanted shoulders of your broken reflection

...and letting him know it's okay to exist in this very moment when least you wish you both did...

Sun-downing is about embracing the space that is absent of light...