THERE WILL BE DAYS
There will be days when the first breath of morning tastes like lye
There will be nights when the blade lays tracks like pillow marks
There will be moments like this one when you exhale and lying
under a dying moon whisper unholy litanies for an easier way
I have known these slow rotations of the earth like water
like I know the breadth of pleasure only humans can savor
like I know the cruel temptation of midnight bargainings
my soul for a poem and your attention for a fool’s errand
but there is no pact to make—the deal is already struck
it was so the very second life’s open mouth folded into ours
kissed death and chose to greet dawn’s songbirds anyway
while the devils at play make eager love to our miseries
because there will be days be days be days and then there will not
and those that are can be made to spark heaven between sorrows
as those that aren’t may finally offer peace like snow on mayflowers
and our having-been well worth the simple sacrifice of everything
Tyler K. Long, 27, Washington, DC - USA ✯ TT & IG: @kyntone
“Tyler K. Long is a poet, writer, and music fanatic born into the American wasteland and raised on the road throughout the Americas—both North and South. Previously unpublished, he has finally accepted the importance of submitting and allowing others to enjoy his self-indulgent poetry."