A Close Collect Call

When all of our days
are sunny, ridge gardens

and our nights
weave a tapestry of comfort through our veins;

and "folly" whispers in our ears at nauseum,
'tis then, we'll tragically lose sight of the rainbow.

Shame that it is
we become desensitized.

~

Then gravity
begins pulling with, "angst"

and the atmosphere
becomes so dense, and dank...that momentum soon becomes a "lost art form";

that's when it's apparent we've lost "sight"
my touchstone is the most important person in my life,

and deserves to know
just how sincere my apology is.

~

My minutes
began lasting much longer

and my total hours
led me through a labyrinth of discomfort, and pain;

as complex as our own solar system
and tellingly vague as, discerning which side is the dark side of the moon

but, at least know I didn't lose sight of you
I merely lost sight of me.