Warm breath lingers under sheets,
hugs gentle
and whispers,
"I'm sorry."
I lay here now
within the fine line boundaries of this love
and a piece of me must mourn for what may never be.
But I have found there is more truth to this holding
as it speaks for all the words that have gone unspoken,
all the unanswered questions.
I breathed you in deep,
awake to remember your skin.
Intertwined in ways more than just the extremities of our Earlthy bodies,
my soul is at ease knowing a piece of you
will always be held within a piece of me.

the looks my brother got when he sang seemed to say someone sold satan the wrong voice.  stories of an all-seeing god pegged my sister as the loudest person in two rooms.  to me, mystery had nothing to do with church.  if I’d survived, I had done so to wear clothes.  food and weather were the twins of a middle child.