I didn’t share with you the soul that wanders the night sky
feeling for your heartbeat. The soul that counts the four, waits to come in on the one because two and three are taken.
“It’s okay” the soul says, “the one is all we need”.
The soul that looks to connect in the aisles of grocery stores, at traffic lights, and in hallways. A forever labor for one who lives with shadows begging to inhabit flesh.
The soul that finds truth beating away on the one
The wonder is knowing your echoing heartbeat doesn’t bring me closer to you
finally, and tenderly, it brings me closer to my own