Better Days

Perhaps you are the morning and the mist,the memory of brighter days gone by;I know for sure: you are the soul I&#8217;ve missedin all the lonely days that seem to flyfrom fingers I&#8217;ve outstretched to bleeding dawnforever hopeful. Will I ever learn?My love is far away. My love is gone.The days are not serene but passing stern.<br/><br/>I tend you like a flower in my chest,a water ghost that passes on to ash.Our friendship, once so joyful, ever blestwas borne on bitter winds, gone in a flash.<br/><br/>And I should let my love wither away,if I was bright enough for better days.<br/><br/>recommended listening: <a href="https://youtu.be/4hDvLgFIuR8">OLD DAYS by Ingrid Michaelson</a> <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>