In Talking to the Jewel Thieves

him
we stare at the same sky
through different windows
sitting by them, like i know I’m not alone
this is a new side of town for me
with ghosts, and shadows, or a whisper of something old
it is still home, missing some furniture to say the least
but she’s still there, as she always has been
a carving above the door telling me all I need to know
a place I can go when the night comes
and the shadows stifle all

her
grey doesn’t suit me at all
my eyes ache from the darkness
my eyes beg for tomorrow in color
for the sun to bring a brightness to this town, to fade this grey
to the purest white
come, pure white, and cover my face in forgiveness
I will lie to my love
when he walks back in, the one who took the color when he left

them
I have nothing but love to offer
I have known nothing but pain
I can’t save your past
but I can burn your sins
brighter than human eyes can bear
where judges and priests have condemned, I will heal
we could not save the ones we loved
and curse ourselves for staying alive
we can’t return the things we stole,
but we are justified

for lovers in bad circumstances