Constitution

it's true

some days I loved you more

than others

they were not created equally

if there were a constitution of days

it would read- We The People

Value Some More Than Others.

some days I thanked the moon for your eyelids

I thanked the ocean for the twinkle below 

the first time I met your spark

I asked who she was;

what skill this invisible beauty had

to pluck you from the heavens

and float with you at her side

some days girls can get away

with clichés

in dawdle near the end,

I couldn't stand you.

I held the stories my ego spread

my own grandiosity

cloaked as Esther's wrath

some days I saw through you

others I couldn't see anything else

we both knew this day would break

if there were a constitution for days

it would read We The People

Are Sorry

This Isn't Fair. 

today

is not equal to yesterday or tomorrow

somehow each sunset and sunrise

walks in single file across my timeline

my hand will never again hold yours

& I will carry that weight
in gratitude

blessed by the supple moments

you had a hand

in composing