It Comes and Goes

 It comes and goes

like the smiling beloved in the open doorway with September sun at her back. It comes and goes like malaria years after the mosquito's bite, swinging in like a sucker punch. It seems like such a simple thing, peaceful contentment like Sunday in early morning watching the birds in the swaying trees but it always leaves with a note left on the counter or a slewfoot that leaves me scrambling. Dark Bird, beautiful awful companion from the cradle, there would not be all these poems without you but it's hard when you block the light and tell me girl, even God doesn't love you, though you lie. It comes and goes these feelings, this life, these emotions I wake up and wonder what will today bring? but it, too dawns and darkens, comes and goes.