Kokomi

 

You stole off in the early morning
running down the sunrise
and all its promised glory

while I slept in, stuck to the sheets
tangled up in bad dreams and
foreboding images of the nights
we’d spiral out of control
in that little apartment.

Kokomi,
I’m sorry.

I never did find the words
that I wanted to give you.

I lost myself looking for them
wandering among the hills
of my landfill heart.

Kokomi,
please believe
I never meant to leave
a rough sky hanging over you.