Love Me

Where did you hide your eyes?
I have not seen those stars in a while
and I do not wish to see them;
I have become used to dark days
and starless nights.
Since you left, nothing seems right,
and every song suddenly sounds sad.
Your love left me hanging like bats
waiting for nightfall to call.
But why do I love you still?

Do I know the answer already?
It is clear like the sky after a storm.
Even the cows moo it aloud–
the poor helpless answer that I seek.
How it crawls and creeps in the shadows of my mind,
then with it’s cold outstretched hands it burns m.
“I seek only for you to love me,”
But I fear that I will burn again
and not rise from the ashes like last time.
Why must it always be like this?

Younglan Louis