oh how long those days seemed,
like the color of turmeric,
an amber flared sun, waiting to fall
ready for it’s demise, defeat and unfortunate glory
awaiting the moon to rise
pillows wet with tears of yesterday
when it was us every day
fought through winds and storms
the currents swaying us different ways
the stars couldn’t guide us
how were we so wrong?
The night became my savior
peaking through the depths of the unsaid
the darkness embracing my solace
traversing every crack of my heart
the unknown place…
it no longer beat the same
it was broken in every way.
Loren writes 