Stop remembering,

start remembering flashlights of men who once promised things but didn’t know what they were promising,humans all too raw, all too meek, sullen and sullied by their desire to play savior.Have you ever heard of a seasick sailor who mistook lighthouse for lightening?The way my body becomes a mirrorfor two arching ends that refuse to meet in me. She says I need pills, he says therapy. Really all I need is a good night's sleep, a promise that the sad won’t seep,that I’ll see the day for what it really is, and that for once, I won’t think the sun is out to blind me.