We exist together
within this point of space and time,
and I find it hard to believe
this is the first instance
of that happening
My own mother claims her soul
is younger than mine;
that, even as a toddler, I seemed old
Your mother is no longer here
to give me her opinion on the topic,
but something tells me she’d claim
that she was blown away
by the clever creature inhabiting
the body of her daughter;
that you were far from ‘half her’,
in spite of the genetics
I suspect most rolls of life’s dice are different
in order to keep us moving forward
This doesn’t mean we’re bound
to get everything right;
just that we’re intertwined in ways
which make no contextual sense
if one assumes a singular life
is all we have
People mistake comfort for love;
they fall safely for a friend,
or put their warmth where the bills get paid
But that raw nerve of dreams
has a tendency to expose us
at our deepest
I was made to love you more
than you’re often able to love yourself
In turn, you treat me like a drug
to be kept at arm’s length
because of its addictive properties
Talk about a lifetime of kidding ourselves
Still, I’m not sold on this intuition of mine
I’m not convinced that more lives await us
So it is that I must put this truth on the page:
Should you wake up tomorrow,
and find your heart empty, please know
that I won’t make you wait in some line
before you’re able to call
my heart home