By Alejandro N. Marrero 2014

Above us a sky filled with stars, yet none of them shined brighter than you.

I read somewhere that most burned out long ago. Stars that is.

It tickles my logic since eventually even fire is extinguished once the tinder is gone.

Why wouldn’t it make sense that all things end as well?

I’ll tell you why. Because I refuse to give into the dark.

One flip of a match and its clear enough to see again.

I’m a dreamer.

I dare to dream and chase that happy ending.

Faith can move a mountain after all.

Read that somewhere as well.

Sounds very biblical, thanks mom.

Yeah, yeah I know.

There’s no mountains in Florida.

I promise you though.

My love is wicked strong and to the east there’s a mountain that just moved an inch.

Oh yeah. That was me. You’re welcome.

Impermanence.

I dare you to prove it wrong.

It’s not a real dare, calm down.

Put that thing away I’m not interested anyways.

I don’t feed off the last word.

It’s always those words you don’t hear that matter most these days anyways.

Looking down at this puddle at my feet I wonder where it came from?

Glanced left and right but nothings left but me here in the middle.

Not even you.

You left.

Put me on time out.

Guess that makes you the man.

I’ve got some other theories on what that makes you.

None of them good but hey I appreciate a good wake up call and your hot naked.

The pool at my feet.

Ah now I remember.

Emotions.

Oh yeah, lets not forget; they don’t just come hot they can manifest wet.

Not enough to drown in.

Just profound enough to leave me soaking wet.

Kneeling down, my reflection stares back.

Not a ripple in sight, a calm slate of silence.

I catch a tear before it falls.

I’ll refuse to fall thank you very much.

Take that gravity.

The quiet is never really quiet is it?

It’s the loudest color in this crayon box.

If you don’t believe me then turn the volume down, close your eyes and listen.

Not really quiet is it?

In this backyard confessional, I’m guilty of giving.

Giving more than I should.

After all a gesture of generosity is that prime karma we should all evoke.

Still, my extra credit mentality created such a mess.

What can I say, I love getting A’s.

B’s and C’s were never acceptable.

Will it stop me from giving?

Probably not.

Still I’ll return to being guarded.

It’s safer in the illusion.

Built a fortress around myself for years.

Let the bridge down a moment and it was good for a while till you flipped a brick.

Made it all seem like it was my fault and walked away.

That’s alright. Lesson learned, drawbridge up.

Back to that towering mirage of safety.

It’s time to raise the walls, filter the wet and be strong.

I’ll be that picture of serenity on the outside.

Eventually it will be routine enough to convince me its right.

What do they say again?

If you play with fire you’re eventually going to get burned?

Well, I’ll just put those matches away and click the safety on.

If we wear long sleeves and pants the mosquitos will have a harder time biting skin.

Damn our state bird.

It’s not apathy its protection.

You disagree now but wait it out a bit.

Haven’t you been hurt before?

You’ll eventually feel that pivotal moment where your best intentions are turned to bullets and as they puncture every smile you had you’ll remember your armor for the next time.

Just don’t add salt.

No matter how it preserves the meat, it doesn’t always make it better.

Still putting all the hurt aside.

I’ll not regret a thing.

I’m not afraid to admit it.

I miss you and I’ll never learn.

I’ll always shoot for the sky and give it my all.

It’s who I am.

That guy that gives his 100% and dreams about the happily ever after.

I glance up to a sky filled with stars.

All of them so bright.

Still the brightest one is you.

~End

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