I put my hand on your chest
and I hold it there
absorbing your love
and this thought tracks into my mind
that because you're not mine
that maybe I am not okay at all
just then
a thought, or maybe a lack thereof
hits me and I think
as I begin to cry
that maybe I am exactly okay
as okay as I should be
given the circumstances of this world
the latest in the path of my old soul
maybe I am better than okay
and I should be crying, because
all these innocent people dying everywhere
I'm trying to make a difference
on the circumference of this sphere
I'm trying to love others despite this fear
but what I'm thinking now
is that I need to love others
because of this fear
something we share