A second sun has risen
over a different horizon.
-But I am still tripping over shadows
of the past light
and yearning for that same morning to appear.
To warm our backs
and hands
But I can see this new light
and know its incandescence.
I see now.
My pains do not matter.
I know your betting chances,
and I’m sure I can beat them.
Why care anyway?
I’ve lost what matters either way.
You