This love is
Mammoth, yet
Expanding daily
Despite the seeming quiet of Our Universe
This love is
Consecrated, still
Asking eternally
Weren’t we Our Home?

This love is
Mammoth, yet
Expanding daily
Despite the seeming quiet of Our Universe
This love is
Consecrated, still
Asking eternally
Weren’t we Our Home?
If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
And step lively


A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
For the record
And all the ’70’s vinyl we thrifted for those Saturdays as downtowners
For the turntable we excitedly found
And the way we felt our world spin and spin with it over and over again
For the record
Go on record
To say
You neither had a beach in mind
Nor the white dress for me you described
No thought for a home for us, at all
None lyrical love notes did you ever produce
We were just spinning
As broken records do
Over and over
Until you were over us