That Is You

As bright as the moon
at night;
that is you.

The pest within
my bed sheets;
that is you.

The burning sensation of
the sun,
as it parts it’s way through;
that is you.

Children’s laughter,
escaping past
empty pavement cracks;
that is you.

As solemn as the
last few days of winter;
it is you,
descending over my bones
like glue.

That is you,
always, desperately… You.

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