i am grateful for
the ground i walk upon -
how the earth moves beneath my feet, how the oceans call upon my name,
how the breeze tilts through my will.
i am grateful for
the saddened bit of happiness carved, after ever sip of your liquid affection,
a sour taste on my cherry stained lips -
you would take a sip from my sadness,
and cry a river in my shoes.
i am grateful for
how the clouds cry sorrows of puddles,
just to make my day a little brighter;
how the sun dims,
each and every day,
falling into liquid hues of amber,
sliding down my throat,
burning my every word;
grateful for that silent bit of relief,
every time
i'm on the brink of unconsciousness,
a silent lull,
a drifty blur of thoughts
and your used to be love.