Of Matters of the Heart

Lights

Everyone has a light shining above them.
I stand beneath mine on the sidewalk.
It's dim,
but that dim glow means that I am fine.
Means that I am okay
Means that I am happy.

I'm waiting,
my hopes are soaring higher than the clouds as I wait,
And I'm happier than I've ever felt before.
All because of him.

His light makes me warm
Makes me feel safe,
And it glows so brightly that I can see him as he comes down the road,
His light shining brighter than the sun
And mine glows more just because he's there.
As he comes to me,
I step into his light to see his face,
But he steps back

And my light flickers.

He speaks,
And my light glows brighter
until he turns away
And then it goes out.

I stand in the darkness
Letting my newfound pain and confirmed paranoia crush me down until I'm no bigger than a grain of sand.

Now,
When I see him,
His light glows just as brightly as before.
It makes me hurt,
And because it hurts,
I make sure I'm with someone

Someone who's light is glowing
Just so he can't see that mine has gone out.