Make do

Make do, make do.

They say to me to make do.

But what can be done when the sun rises,

Casting its light on the hearts of all,

And what desires I once kept hidden are thrown into open air and light.

Like mothers forcing linen to breathe the sunlight

Forcing the oceans in their fibres heavenwards.

What air will dreams breathe,

For mine breathe yours.

I fall and grow faint as your

Distance

Serenades the still night.

And what can I do.

What can be done

As the night calls softly to lovers

Drawing each limb

Closer and closer

Tempting the cold with its warmth

I shiver as I pull

What belongs to my body towards my

Heart

A heart that no longer is mine

So what do I do

What can be done

As I swallow the moon to

Stop

It from shining its light over my

Eyes, that weep like the oceans

Filling the depths of my space

The shallows of my existence

What do the blind do, but walk and stumble

Crying out to touch the hem of another’s coat

In the hope it will bring light back to their eyes.

So what do I do now:

Now that you whisper from inside me

The light that my dreams breathe

Fills my stomach

But

Without

You

It

Catches

Like barbs,

Sitting in my skin

Weeping at your absence

And what can be done.