Kalliope


You Are Not My Sunrise

Posted on January 12, 2008

((Un-requited love hurts, even when it is you doing the un-requiting.))

i.
He said to me, he said,
‘I want to fall in love again
I want to be in love again’
I nodded my head and told him
I knew what he meant,
and I smiled
thinking of that other boy.

ii.
He said to me, he said,
‘I define myself in the curve of your smile
the shape of your laugh.’

I looked in the mirror and did not see him in me,
my shape was very much my own,
he could lay no claim to it.

iii.
He said to me, he said,
‘I have fallen in love with pieces,
like your blueblue eyes at three in the morning,
or the way your words, to me, sound like prophecy.
I have fallen in love with pieces,
like the way your hands move when you talk,
the way your mouth quirks when you try not to smile.
I have fallen in love with pieces,
like your heart,
your mind,
your soul.’

iv.
I pray for him, each night,
pray that god, or science, or another woman
can drag him into a warmer paradise,
one where I do not reside.

So I say him to, I Say
‘I am sorry, I am sorry.
I am sorry that I do not love you,
And that for me, the sun does not rise with you,
it does not set with you.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.”


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3 responses to “You Are Not My Sunrise”

  1. I know maybe I shouldn’t have, but I actually laughed out loud here.

    I sense "tongue in cheek" but nonetheless "hard knuckles in velvet glove".

    Unrequited love, eh? I dealt with the same subject in one of my poems….

    Thanks for the read, and welcome to the Harbor!

  2. You manage to hint strongly at pain for both the speaker and the "he," without ever actually mentioning hurt (with exception to the introduction). The descriptive writing is beautiful in it’s phrasing. Impressive. I like it.

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