Sorry I compared you to the weather,
what a cliche thing to do.
Sorry for being affected
by something that surrounds me
& demands my attention,
something that I have to think about
almost every single day.
Sorry for having to base decisions on
the temperature outside.
To think that I showed skin
on a cold day
still makes me blush.
Sorry that I thought it might
have been nice outside.
I didn’t know that in winter
the shining sun doesn’t signify warmth,
like I didn’t know that some days
your smile doesn’t signify sweetness.
Sorry that every time you were mean to me
I imagined your mood changing colors like
a partially cloudy sky at sunset.
No, I didn’t think that was pretty.
Sorry that in September
I thought we were falling apart,
just like the leaves.
And I’m sorry
that I think of you
every time I see daisies,
those little things
I used to see as flowers,
which really are just weeds.
-EKJ
Essential Sustenance for Contemporary Aliveness 