The Missing You Oath by Mark Anthony Thomas, American Poet and Author

When I am good…

I hear the leaves of grass
speaking through the wind to God;

I’ll light my night’s candles
to reflect the shadows of a
maturing spirit–

and hang the full moon into
the skies to pull the
rivers all upstream;

I can tuck myself in
and promise you
that Yes, I’m fine–
this I solemnly swear.

But those nights I miss you…

Those same leaves
cry of their forthcoming deaths;

I’ll light a circle of candles
to slowly melt myself
away with the wax–

I can’t find the spare moon
I save for flattened days;

leaving cloud-covered
skies to release my eyes’
rivers downstream;

Then tuck myself under;
I can solemnly swear – I am a mess;

missing you like crazy;
wondering why we could never be;

how you could do this to me?

while my heart re-tears
itself into folded divides,