a poem for you

the dark sky
is grey
once more.

dusk:
in between
dark and light

that is where
i am
stranded
in the middle
of letting go and
holding on

i stare back
at the sky
a burst of sunlight
is blinding me
eyes. swollen
from crying

hurt:
after staring
at the sun
meaning is lost
words untouched
walls
still cold
between
letting go
and moving on
i am cought
in between.