Hope

The light spilling over the windowsill
drenches everything in gold
and drowns me.
How many times I've thrown these curtains shut
to shiver in the cold and dark and still
it finds me.
I could transverse the Earth and it would follow.

Your love illuminates me,
it is the spotlight on me,
the attention that I didn't want
or didn't need
is now second-nature to me.
What more could you want
from someone who
could never hope to shine like you?
You are the Sun
and I am only the Moon.