I carry sunshine in my pocket,
the same place I keep memories of you.
It’s raining here, outside,
so slipping my rainbow-stained fingers within,
I touch the radiating heat of you.
My defenses melt away
with every glimpse of your beaming heart
and gentle eyes.
Those same defenses
that my tears had put in place.
Now I’ve got tear-stains on my sleeves
and bruises across my heart.
Stitches along my knuckles
leave memory shadows upon my cheek.
Yes, there’s sunshine in my pocket,
a shining treasure that I pull out
on those dark rainy evenings
when I hide myself away,
tucked back in the corner of my closet.
It’s silent here and
that’s when I remember your voice best.
That’s when I come alive and breathe.
tara caribou | ©2020
Read this and more like it in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.