This was intended to be about you.

The mornings here now are the colours of you, the promise in the sky like the sound of your breath when you slept.
Suspended between moments of grace I realise I write only for you, and I am moved to tears.
This morning enlightenment dawns within me: I love only you, the shadow, the residue.
Clinging to half truths in the half-light, deceiving myself whilst holding my fears to the sun,
To punish, to hurt, to feel fully awake for an instant.
Exhuming the little that remains only to bury hope.
To cauterize a bleeding heart, worn on forearms now darkened.