Plain

Plainly, I want to say that I adore the sound of eggs cooking in a skillet on a Saturday afternoon and this big blue dress, and there is a bubble burst of sunlight along my peripheral eyelashes, and I want to say that your confession shattered me like a glass vase on concrete, like all the daisies fell out and the water trickled through broken glass into a stream down the road and were forgotten, uncared for as you ran to escape the shattered sound you'd heard so many times. Plainly I want to say that I want to be the way the sun illuminates colors and makes them bright, I want to be like fresh, crisp morning winter air that greets your sleepy lungs, invigorating boost of day. And I want to be valuable like the sunset, undeniable purpose and beauty. And I want you to be the stars that clasp together the sky to keep night friendly, that keep the night beautiful so morning can rest. And I want you to be tall grass in the morning, greeted by the enthusiastic sunrise and dew. Plainly, I want to say that the years have been released and you can be the stars. I'll be the sunset.