the parking lot of dream

Someday I will stop blaming myself

 For the dark hours When you tread gray waters

 Forgetting fireworks and moonlight

 But today the blood Seeps through my chest

 Staining my shirt a tacky purple 

That is the color of ache 

The time of impatient wanting

 The clouds will clear I know 

The sun may slant through 

We may smile again, broadly 

But this morning there is a sodden sadness

 Sticking to the flesh of my soul

 I will wait like a kid On the baking asphalt 

Folded up outside The so-called convenience store

 Arms around my knees 

Remembering the taste of Your happy laughter

 With a crease between my eyes

And a lightness in my heart