You can’t make
everything bad
disappear in
one day,
she tells me,
rubbing my back
as I sit head down
on the bed.
Around us
is all the wreckage
of a holiday: paper,
boxes, gift cards,
small scraps of drama.
All I’ve ever learned
tells me to cry
but then I remember that
the light grows longer after today
and when she kisses my neck
and pulls me closer
I find I can see through the dark.
Dark Matter 
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