There’s nothing wrong here
Yes, you’re
hurt, but that’s the point
To break
open, to give up, to lay down your weapons
Your plans,
your strategies, your objections
To finally
say yes
It never had
anything to do with working it out or understanding it
All you need
do is see, and you’re already seeing
How could we
have known?
It’s utterly
innocent, and devastatingly beautiful
God is this
God is this
floor, and this tune, and this cushion, and this nearly-cold tea
This pen,
this hand, and this breath
Even the
separation was never separate
Even the
fading was always in full view
We’ve
exhausted ourselves going precisely nowhere
Now we can
hold hands and rest
