inquiry (poem)

looking through the windows from the outside

its hard to see that which you worked so hard to hide

from me

from everyone 

and what did all that work grant you? 

an aloneness as big as the world

deeper than anything discoverable 

you can only see truth through the pinpricks of light shining through 

far away ago, the pinpricks turn to sunbeams

and the sunbeams fracture into rainbows where we’ve laid this thing we made down on soft

pillows stuffed malleable

down comforter toned

that nostalgia pink rests on the tip of your tongue

tell me, is it still sweet?

does it still taste like remembering

like those pure days where it was spring everywhere 

not just here on the porch

not just in the dark pit of memory