Sarah

17

Here Comes the Sun
After “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles

Dear Little Darling,

Don’t look above your head
and only see the grey clouds,
like overused pillows depleted of their feathers.

Don’t feel the splatters of wet drops on your fingertips
and only measure them
by your soaked, frail hair.

Try not to let the cool winds
get to your bones.
Try not to shiver.

Little Darling,
I know you are already chilled
by this water and this air.
I know you are cold because I feel the ice on your skin.
I know you are exhausted because I can see those black circles
under your lost gaze.

But just understand that this long, cold, lonely winter
has seen its end.
You don’t need to be numb anymore
because the ice is melting
and I can see that yellow streaming.
Little Darling, I can feel the heat.