Neglect


isn’t something
carved into my name.
i don’t have that label written on my forehead.
always wondered
what made people drawn here. 
to me.
.

the lovers we
thought we lost.
way too busy
giving ourselves.
in love with how they love. . .
but you taught them.
exactly where to water.
it was always —


you . .
love
it was here before they
came
and it will stay when their gone. 



- you can continue scrambling the universe. but it’s always right there inside.