LEFT THE NIGHT BEHIND FOR A CLEAN SLATE

I’ve always treated life like it was mine

Like I deserve to be living it

Because after all these years

I’m learning

That pain is less romantic than being really

Unapologetically happy

I carve my initials into the sky

So I can roll out of bed with the sunrise

And wake everyone up with my light

I wonder if the night misses my wallowing

Or if it’s applauding my absence

I left it for a clean slate

The sky trades in its black and blue

And shows up in its pinks and golds

Bragging about its bright blue possibilities

The morning knows we’ve got a lot of work to do

But it never asks us to weep with it