Love is a privilege given to all
Your call this morning
yanked me out of sweet sleep.
Your first words,
“I love you. I miss you”
woke me like a bucket of cold water
against my warm body…
I stopped you,
halting all of your jabbing
slurring into the morning light.
You needed to be heard
and when you finished
the mumble jumble of puzzled words
I hung up to wash you off my spirit.
I stood in a hot steaming shower,
placed my face against the cold tile
as the water scolded me
and I stared at the smoke rising
realizing the difference between us:
I think in colors, pretty shapes, and music.
You think in darkness, straight lines and equations.
I need you to release the colors I placed
in your heart a while ago.
Let me have my love back.
I can’t breathe without that return.
My colors obviously cannot light
the gloom you continue to carry,
but I will always love you
more than the privilege deserves.