Solstice

Is this the

Shortest

Day

Of the 

Year?

I cannot tell. 

All 

I know, 

Is when 

The sun stopped

It got cold. 

I gave you 

Everything back. 

Strange, 

I thought I had already

Given you everything. 

Surely

This 

Is metaphorical 

For something. 

"We're not on the same page"

You said. 

I guess

I just misread the way you touched me. 

Fingers lie a 

Lot. 

I thought yours loved

That way. 

You're a broken man I guess. 

And the furrow in your brow

Must be a concrete sorrow. 

I mistook it
For my resting spot-

Where curls

And skin
Cover
And collect;

Where hot breath hovers. 

This is
The
Longest

Day 

Without you.