not missing the sun.

you once spoke of hiding the sun ages ago and I fell in love
with the way you spoke those words,
hearing you say them through the phone and I
wanted to see your eyes just at that moment
as those words, those words went to live me with me
like a newly acquired mole on my body; marking it, branding it
and taking it out of the ordinary realm of my emotional skin,
as I fell, like you were gravity personified.
as always with your words,
with your soft exhalations and abrupt interjections,
or those turn of phrases that only you had the unique flair of speaking.
it would always be that and something more than that;
after that first instance you blocked my view of the sun that early June
and forever blended with my life, like dark chocolate melting in our tongues,
always finding the right places to nestle into, the right emotions to nuzzle with,
always the right moments to embrace and always
the right words for the epiphanies in our lives;
entwined, interlaced and forever linked.
and in this early January when rains are like our memories
sliding down from our secret archives
I can only miss you and not miss the sun at all, here with the rain.