Bright Early Blues

I know you.

I know you want to be thought of as all bristle and teeth.

Somewhere between a wild dog

And the lone wolf out on the tundra.

But sometimes when I’m lonely

When I’m sad and completely defeated

I just need to hear the sound of your voice.

Your voice sounds like peace

Like comfort

Like home.

Your eyes feel like where I’ve always meant to be.

So I don’t want you.

I don’t want you anymore.

I know I could never be yours and you could never be mine.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

I do love you.

I love you more than you ever realized.

So on mornings like this

Mornings where I feel so shaken I don’t remember what solid ground felt like

I just need to hear your voice.

Hear any words from you

Because those are the few things that will still my heart.

Still this quaking shivering heart.

I stand in the morning sun,

But I can’t feel it’s heat till I hear your voice.