All The Suns, So Far
I never saw
any of it
coming
The two broken baby teeth lying bloodied in a snowy road
A red balloon slipping into the sky from a little boy hand
My misguided drives through a haze of chemical hubris
Leaving childhood behind for an entwine of lust's legs
A grey wedding day masquerading as a lasting love
The pale saint of me fading like an old photograph
Her saving grace offering more than moments
The wilderness of days becoming a decade
A blessing of a beautiful boy for us both
The light above, upon wide open water
Promises never made but still kept
The changing shoreline below us
The sky without rain for now
Whatever is yet to come
All the suns, so far
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