ache

you miss your mother

she died when you were young

her ghost is in your eyes

you smile when you talk about her

but phantom moonlight shadows your face

and clouds cover the tiny sun in your pupils

you look at me and i wish that the small sun

would emerge because of me

that i would be blinded

instead its rays stay buried

and your eyes are dull in the instant they

flick up to meet mine

you always pull away first

and i avert my eyes so as not

to stare at you too long

your face shifts when you laugh and frown

and i love to see its wild dance

but it is static in our encounters

you miss your mother

you drift into a shallow sleep and dream of her

your pulse hammering against your wrist

i cannot see it but i know that tiny sun

is lighting your eyelids, tracing the veins

in the red light of your mother's sweet memory

i know you would never dream of me