To you, what might have been
entwined, these forever nights
buried in what it means to be
whole and true with a child
in your arms; with the caution
of two stars thrown apart
wondering where the other
shines, comforted when asleep
and chasing the art
of deliverance.
To a certain sense of gentle knowing,
you, not more than seven hours distant;
you, whom I chose to weigh down
with endless histrionics, on the edge
of my mind: hungry, searching,
confused, and ultimately unhappy
with my definition
of life.
Submission Name: Ventricles
