Today is that day
and I am the one
that carries the water
to the stream,
in a backwards dance.
Today is that day
and I am the one
standing in the kitchen
running back and forth,
noticing every breathe,
every whisper,
every movement of your eyes.
Today is that day
and I am the one
folded into an envelope;
tucked inside, tossed aside.
Today is that day
and I am the one
sitting, waiting for you.
Today is that day
and I am the one
that sees the light of the sunset
and watches the night
turn into a darkness
made of blue.
Today is that day
and I am the one
holding your essential sadness.
