the sun is back in the city

(originally posted on 3/20/2011)

"And the sun is pouring in
through the window
and right onto your skin

and I've never seen a portrait quite so picturesque." - Chase Coy, Picturesque.

We walk hand in hand along 4th avenue toward the west. the sun set beams with soft layers of purple, blue and gold.

before saying goodbye to you, the sun stops for a while, looks into your eyes and blows gently onto your face a kiss of new, warm, spring sunlight. then, before I had time to chase after her, she winks and fades sneakily into that distant horizon.

looks like the sun is back in the city and I'm going to have to share you with her for the next half a year, darling. i wish you could wear my kiss on your cheeks all the time too; i wish i could embrace you all day like she can; i wish i was the sparkle in your eyes like she is.

I think she misses you after such long months of snow and rain. the sun's been absent while i took my chance to hold your hand. where before she would accompany you, i would take you.

Did you miss her when we were shivering in the winter wind, wrapping tightly our arms to keep each other warm? Did you long for her when we lost our way around the neighbourhood on a dark halloween night? Did you wish for her presence when snow flakes landed on your cold eyelashes and melted into frosty tears?

Darling, am I wrong to be a bit jealous with someone who seems perfect for you? I don't have her resplendent beauty, her natural tenderness, her generous sanguine light.

So, this summer when she would be near you always, and i would be chasing my dreams somewhere, would you save me a space in your dear heart, where the sound of raindrops is my whisper to you that I miss you, where the cloudy sky is my gentle touch on your skin, where the snow marks footprints of me coming back to you?

and with me i shall bring you all the sunlight you ever wish for.

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