Come Around, Sunshine Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Tell you tomorrow or tell you now,
That I could go as long as the distances
Traversed by planes and ships –
I could even do without food,
Water, air or sunlight
In the exuberance of your very nature;
I admit, I am as troubled as the restive waters
That are ravaged by a monsoon –
There’s no sunshine here.
There’s no sunlight,
Because in your absence, you took away everything
And I am a very dullard and wayward mockingjay
Finding its way back home to the plenitude
And serenity of foliages and rustling supple lands.
Tell you tomorrow or tell you now,
I am a fool and I am crafted by foolhardy decisions
But in the furlough – apart from your hands
Your hair that I long to tousle again and again,
You have grown apart, and I haven’t –
There’s no sunshine here,
And I could only vie for and pray
That one day, along the headless crowds
And transitory beings – your face would
Come aglow, with your hands stretched
As far as it could, with your prolix face,
Yearning to meet with mine.
Tell you tomorrow, tell you now.
There’s no difference.
I am submissive, and love is submission
Without any season, or any reason.
You have pilfered the Sun
And concealed the tracks
And deprived me of the sunlight
When you left –
Come around,
Before sundown
Come around
Before the moon is brazen up the sky
Come around,
Tomorrow, now, whenever.