you are the moon and i am the
night-time sea, always calling for you,
always drawn to this gravity in reverse
— i am falling towards the open sky.
and i’ll hold you like the sun holds
the afternoon horizon,
stubborn in its good faith that there is always a
place for it to come home to.
on days like this the burden of me doesn’t feel as true
when i am taking in the morning with you.
there is a quiet kind of grace between all this somehow,
though it doesn’t always make itself known,
and i am blessed to be amongst human hearts,
even if only for a day or two,
or a fortnight at most.
i’ll keep the memory of that heartbeat,
press it against my own until
i can no longer tell either apart.
and when all is said and done,
i can say, for a time, i called it my own,
and all was well.
