Around the Edges by Christopher Hivner

The sun is so bright
I see only bursts
of light,
shards of your presence
hover around the edges,
your voice
a distance
I can't measure.

The trees are green again,
spring in my pocket
like a quarter
when I need change,
if I can reach that cloud
I can gather the rain
in my hands
and you can drink.

I created the beginning,
you stole the end,
the middle
killed us both.

You remain
hovering around my edges,
a stillness in my chest,
a light that glows and dims,
your voice
stabbed by someone else's
spears of sunlight,
your presence,
unaware of its power
lingers
too long
because I ask it to.