I very much dislike
the way you look
Beside me
Behind me
Through me
Never at me
I understand—it feels
Bold
Dangerous
Unnecessary
To look directly into the sun
You can close your eyes, turn your back,
and still feel the place she burns from
When day’s end inevitably comes,
you won’t need to meet her gaze
to know she will rise again
It’s what she always does
Day in
Day out
Until her light begins to fade
It will, of course—
All suns must set in the end
When the light she carried has nothing left for you,
Will you sit and wait, expecting it to rise again?
Will you shiver in the chill of a sunless day?
Will you remember how she once warmed you?
Look at her, dear one
Put your eyes on her eyes
See her
Let the light she gives
imprint itself on you
Before it is gone
