Flare in the Dark

A Poem

Photo by Larisa Birta on Unsplash

somehow
you see me
through the fog —
and you’re not afraid at all

somehow
you caress my senses
even as the time turns again —
an hourglass of the senses

somehow
you thought you had the answers —
but you were just caught
on the end of a string

gently
pulling
you
towards
me

somehow
you delight in making me cry —
even as the heaviness in my chest
lingers and departs and circumvents

in chaotic
motions

somehow
you thought you had a just desserts —
a clause, a signature, a mark against a page —
but you were so mistaken, you were, you really were

somehow
you looked at me and saw
nothing but an idiot
who would do nothing but simper