but moving on

she is everything
I was not for you.
where I was constantly
shadows and dark matter,
all brooding and broken,
she is all light and happy
and careless…
easy.
I can never blame you for
choosing her after me.
I imagine you’ll want
heaven and sunshine
after drowning in 
my black sea.
I was storm and hurricane
where she is a peaceful
summer afternoon
under a willow tree
and darling,
darling,
I’d give everything 
to have her sunshine
and in a minute
I will have been 
all the things you ever 
needed and deserved
and maybe it’ll feel
right after all;
natural even,
to touch your soul
and make it glow and
not leave it burning
in my wake.
— 

I envy her.

-Genefe Navilon