Brialee Turner

You never notice me,
but I have seen you on some of the
bloodiest days of your heart,
whispering through the clouds
and the stars
that you are infinite and that this
pain is not.

I’m not always visible, I need
light to be reflected. Not as a
mirror, but as a presence which
is heavier than humanity could
ever fathom to hold, but appears to
be floating in the cosmos.

I witness,
I cry,
I sing for you.

The melodies,
the tears,
and the noticing
are cradled in
space dust.

You never notice me,
but I have seen you on some of the
most magical days of your soul,
dripping watermelon drool
into your eyes to make them
sparkle and glow,
hoping that the joy will stick.

And I present to you
a chalky memory
to guide you to your refreshing center
when it feels like the phases of your life
are a black hole.