Your presence is never unnoticed. I am so painfully aware of your existence.
—  KG // thoughts as I look right through you
My feelings for you started like the sunrise:
A simple hint of orange in a sky of dark blue,
Then all warm shades – rosy like my cheeks, bright like your smile – filling up the clouds.
But every sunrise turns into a sunset sooner or later.
—  we lasted a day, but it was the best of my life // abby, day 72

Pulls me towards you
I want you,
But fear pushes me away
Like the opposite end of a magnet.
I’m trapped in space,
Wanting nothing
But to collapse in your arms.
I’m begging you
To pull harder.
Limbo is tearing me apart.

Copyright © Daniel Reiss 2016

You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
—  Adam Zagajewski, last lines of “Try to Praise the Mutilated World” from Without End: New and Selected Poems (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2002)

I pray for safety
To wake every day
With you in my heart
Behind these eyes
You can see a daydream
The colors of a sunset
I want to go to bed but
I’m not done thinking about you yet
All the places we could be
Those places that we will go
I’ll show you around my hometown
Ever so happy you found me
Knowing I am so lucky
Some never know this feeling
It’s life changing
I want to grow old and never have to be alone
Learn to cook for you so you can rest easy
Hang back and just let me
I love you and I’m happy to just know you
Let me show you the way

Is this really how it starts? With a memory of lamplight
Set against a dark background of love? But the ending is alone,
Not in an interesting sense, but just alone.
I write these things and wish that they were mine,
But they’re really no one’s: the stories they disclose
Are pieced together from the possibilities
I harbor at the center of my heart,
Of things I heard or simply might have heard
And saw or wished I’d seen

John Koethe, from “The Other Side of the Canyon,” North Point North: New and Selected Poems (HarperCollins, 2002)

The Story of Scarlet

She was the largest enigma I had ever seen
And I was determined to crack her code
Her eyes were dark and piercing, capturing the stillness of the night
All of her words were sharp, directed to the listener,
waiting to make their mark in your heart
No one could read her, no matter how hard they tried
I don’t know if she ever realized what she was doing to me
We weren’t too close
But she began to call me her friend
She was in each of my dreams, her face haunting me day and night
Even when she left, I couldn’t give up
She left without a trace, leaving me another mystery to Uncover