I lean towards the sun
hoping — praying — to find
salvation in her arms.

If only I could climb a sunbeam
out of here — out of my skin —
to intimately say thank you
for saving me all those years ago.

It may be silly
to thank her now
and be consumed by light —
for her to be my undoing.

And yet, she dances
across my toes,
along my shoulders,
and I am moved.

Maybe it’s because
she is my oldest confidant.
Maybe it’s because
she is all I have left
in the quiet moments.

Wouldn’t it be lovely?
I think so.

All would be bright
and what you’ve come to know as me
would cease to be —
at least in this form.

I could finally be
what I wanted to be,
for you.

The next time she
casts a rainbow across your path
or kisses the back of your neck,
I hope you think of me.