Come back to me.
Back to the east coast.
Back to that one street in our favorite city.
Back to that building in Manhattan.
Back to that hotel room you love.
Back to that bed.
Back to those satin sheets.
You made me feel so beautiful
as I lay wrapped in your arms at midnight,
the city that never sleeps blaring around us.
I will never know how its citizens get anything done.
How do they rest with all this life?
Why would you want to?
Tell me why you left.
How could you do it so easily?
Didn't it hurt,
a knife wrenching through the picture we painted,
slashing through your heart as it falls to pieces
right when you thought it had finally
been stitched back together?
You could always read me
like I read my favorite book.
Done in a matter of minutes,
you grin from ear to ear
but there is a darkness behind it.
I see that now.
Why didn't I understand
who you were
before I allowed myself
to make a home in your arms?
YOU ARE READING
Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
