To Meet the Sun

In the soft glow

Of the streetlight

Through the window,

It’s midnight.

Fingers fist the sheets

Legs twine together.

Two heartbeats

A storm to weather.

Between the shades

Of ecstasy

As it fades:

A destiny.

A spark of light

A little life.

Future bright

A will to live.

Her mother knew

Of her new one

Who strained and grew

To meet the sun.

In blood and pain,

She never came

She worked in vain

And isn’t the same.

Only once I held you,

Body small, skin blue.

Your eyes never open,

Your words never spoken.

How come I still miss you?