The Lonely Suburbs

that day I noticed

how clear the skies were

how the sun flooded the

world, glittering,

leaving the tips of my hair

shining still

and the blue was illuminated

brighter than usual, no clouds

on the horizon

no rainy days in sight

my eyes were clouded

by chosen naivety

and the idea that

things never change

but even the sun falls

and even though the stars

try to light up the darkness,

midnight blue overwhelms

those lonely suburbs where

we live, connected by just

the waves

did you know a

heart can be stolen

by the sandman? he

doesn't wait for resting eyes

but for vulnerability

            innocence or a

chance of happiness

uncertainty—like the dark

abyss that swallowed my

wishing stars

            the ones who illuminated

the moments before I was

taken by heavy eyelids

a faster change of states than I could imagine

aren't we all afraid of the

dark? because it’s then we

see the things for what they are

a cloud who comes in the night

where who would have thought

to look

who would’ve known the storm

was coming

in a shadow world, because there

are no street lights in these

lonely suburbs

because I thought the smiles

we shared brightened the world

enough, enough to make

storm clouds dissipate

but they don’t; the connecting

waves are now rough seas

where shades of meaning are

inconspicuous

and I can hardly remember to speak

I’m in a flood again

of memories, tears

and a fear of being

stuck alone

when I awake, though,

the sun will glitter,

reflect off my whirlpool

and maybe off a

sad smile

the kind who wants to

illuminate, but is too

similar to the stars—

swallowed by this midnight

blue world in

lonely suburbs