in order to
r e f l e c t back
i like to be a m i r r o r

If I could get an instant
A view
A triangle of thought
Of every individual person’s
Version of me
Would the view extend far enough?
Could I finally see
Who I am?

i think my education
must have been heavy
on the
analyzing.

i'm expanding outward
in many waves,
or many ways.

long days and nights
that you haunt my heart
chest at once contracting
then heaving
a sick empty pain
and there is no way to escape
there is no room for hope
there is no way to happiness
there is no way to you.

life spans and fractures
into both
    grim intervals
  and
eras of expanse.
the time of you
  stretches behind me
to this moment and no further.
it cannot be,
   so i live in a past of you
covered in the thinnest lines of gold
  the light heartbreaking
  and the air life itself.
   the music encompasses
what even words cannot
      and i could weep at my thankfulness.
today, like every day
  i have the smallest grasp
  the smallest hope
  that the time of you
        stretches and conforms to
  the shape of one more day.