for g.g.

There are things I see in you that remind me of a man I used to love
I thought at a young age that I was to marry him
And so now you have come and shown me a face similar to his and I for some time was of the thought that you would be a mirror to his image

but now I find that you are not so sweet as he
a bit more closed than he
and perhaps scarred to no end

I am compassionate to things like this
as a woman in love with love I understand how its absence can make us dry and bitter and expecting of cold winds in the presence of summer heat

and I understand the shielding of one’s self from these temperaments

what I do not understand is how you can turn away from the shining sun, after having bathed in her warmth and stolen moments in her glory
how you can turn away from all her beauty and then ignore the company she kept, the gifts she gave you when you were shivering and cold?
how can you walk with you head raised when you are one who has raped the sun
and robbed her of even a moment of her own radiance?