Those mornings when it was still cold out
And the sun was hiding behind the horizon, when I would
Wait for you to enter and we would smile and wave and
Were both so elated to see one another; they taught me that
The world wasn’t as dark as it appeared outside those windows.
It made me realize how bitter I had become. It made me forget
About the people who had betrayed me. The ones who never
Looked at me twice. Or the ones who had but stuck around
For what I offered, and not who I was. You gazed at me with
Those dark brown eyes and somehow you convinced me that there
Was so much more to this world than what I perceived.
You were the lighthouse I had been
Looking for through countless storms.
But now
You’re not here, and the mornings are beginning to remain
Dark and the cold is getting through my coat when the wind
Blows in the morning. I keep looking up and expecting
To see you there. That’s when I remember that you are gone.
But I still hold onto that feeling. The feeling of worth
And hope. The belief that if there was one bright light
Guiding me through the rocky waves before, that maybe
If I ride things out and keep looking toward the sea line
That I’ll see another beam cut right through the black
And even if it isn’t the same as yours it will
Be enough to make it to shore.