If you wait, the right person will come along.

And at first, I thought it was you.
Wanted you to untangle me
under the light of the moon.
Learn me inside and out.

So, I waited and waited
while the leaved turned
shades of red, orange, yellow—
and brown.
They fell to the ground.

I waited and waited
while the days grew shorter,
the air grew colder
biting and paralyzing life.

I waited and waited
while snow fell
and swaddled the world 
in the white blanket 

of surrender.

I waited and waited
watched the Earth come back to life.

And I would’ve waited –
watched the Sun’s glory days
hang in the sky dripping
like vanilla ice cream,
sweetening my burn.



But he grabbed me—
warmed me with a handle of dark rum—
kissed my head under the moon
and wants to under the sun.