Early morning, in the quietness of my mind,

I see your luring light as the yellow lines pull me towards you.

Still relishing in my unvarnished thoughts of you,

pure

honest

The leftover night air begins to lift as I try to wrap this goodness around me.

As I get closer

a waxing storm stirs,

the debris within me comes rushing,

thoughts I haven’t seen in months rattle against me.

Sirens blare, I brace myself, becoming uprooted, my branches now bare,

this torrential storm of emotions pulls me down, tears at my clothes, tangles my hair, gnashes my skin.

You just stand there, shining your yellow eyes on me.