excuses

don't give me excuses,
don't run away to hide,
looking for another dawn
in the midst of
an aborted twilight.

they're not the same.

don't reverse time.
don't fast forward.
stay. here. now.

look to the light
now fading
into its dark womb,
where everything dies
and is born,
where everything
is revealed
in that pause,
when you choose
to stay
and not run,

so touch the glowing skin
of your trembling form,
and know
that your excuse
rests in the heaviness
of your eyelids
dying to open
and throw it away,
into this smoldering twilight,
not tomorrow's promising dawn.