Departing From Midnight

Dear [Please Insert Name Here],

The impact of sunlight has a piercing affect on the darkness, quite like that moment when a young woman sits bedside, experiencing the burrowing pleasure of a new awakening between her thighs.

To say I want you, is admitting a desire to no longer be at odds with the veil of my bitter heart. Yet, being bitter never hurt a soul in this direction, so why should I have to account for the residue drifting apart from my hollow shell?

You say I’ve hurt you… Admittedly so. Not a moment of pride rests in my actions, but rather an eye opening revelation of the specks bouncing off my darkest hour.

I can no longer deny or resist our actuality. Nor can I excuse the leaves wrapped around my darkened throne. Like most trees, my roots have been committed to my surroundings. I guess I sleep better when my branches shield me from an unfamiliar dawn.

To you, I’m drowning in the sensation of Midnight, but I say I’m dancing under the light of a purposeful moon. I fear the pressure that comes from walking hand and hand in your sun- drifting and dancing, to a peaceful and bright afternoon.

Even Jill Scott, “Can’t Even Begin to Explain,” so why is it so important that I draw a conclusion in the sand, when everyone knows the promise of wind brings seasons of change.

The sun always sets, I just never awaken to smile at the dawn. But this marriage between my heart and the darkness has cost me a promise that only comes when you depart from your moon.

Like Yin and Yang, every element should have balance. And if my desire is to rest in your arms, I can’t chase the sun if I’m still howling at the moon.

I declare to you today, that I’m departing from midnight. I’m taking a temporary vacation into the light of possibility.

I understand that the fragments of our past, may’ve hindered the glimpse of our return to light. But at times, even the sun peaks through clouds. . .

I don’t expect to be showered with light beams or blessed with sunrays of guarantees from your closed heart, but if you give me time, I’ll re-write the universe, and our sun will never set to see another midnight in bloom.

Sincerely,

A Bitter Heart.


© A. L. Lewis

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