©KeenEvenings

Your world

Tucked into a bunk in the woods
Deep in your embrace
For the first time in years
Everything was all right again.
The sobbing didn’t matter. It was you
That held the world together, love
And I was the pieces you held.

Sing to me over the phone
In sweet messages that bring me
To tears. I will hold you again soon
(A blink of an eye in an elder’s gaze)
But for the young, a season of growth
That you are scarce to be seen in.
I get used to the mess that I create
In the wake of your absence here.

You have eaten my heart as I asked
But what comes now? Will your cells
Absorb mine and make them yours?
Will my cells cycle within you until
They pass through the living realms
And back out again? I am not one to know
The secrets of this small world, but
You, my dear, know much of me by now.

Six months has never felt like a lifetime away before, and yet here we are. I can’t remember what it was like not knowing you. Maybe I always have, in some ways. I’ll start walking the 3 days, 9 hours it will take to reach you, and by then hopefully I’ll understand exactly how you managed to become the most important person in my life. I love you so much.