Sunshine in my Pocket

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 | ©️2019

33 thoughts on “Sunshine in my Pocket

  1. Wow, this one was not only beautiful, but also an extremely touching piece. I really like the image of keeping memories and seeing them as a bit of sunshine in one’s pocket. And, the bit about it being silent and remembering the voice the best… yeah, that is beyond beautiful.

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      1. It was special, because it was special to you. I’ve found that often people respond more to the more erotic pieces and perhaps they don’t know how to respond to those that come from the heart instead. This was beautiful in many ways and you should be proud of it. This one, and the one previous, are two of my favorites by you.

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