I should be writing about my experience with Hurricane Sandy and the beautiful work I have had the honor to be a part of however, I seem to be processing things in a different order. My heart has always ruled my kingdom. I wrote this remembering that my partner and I began preparing for the hurricane a little too late and bought candles form the store because the flashlights were all sold out.
Perhaps the candles can see?
I awoke to find you
missing next to me.
lingering in the dark,
our melted candles
were replaced by wax
of disenchantment.
Whose idea was that in the first place?
Funny how they were
bought for disaster
adored during passion, then
forgotten during a recovery
nobody saw coming
including myself-
especially myself-
I’m in the dark remember?
looking foolishly for everything.
Except for my eyes.
