You’re indifferent to time and space;
You look at the stars and know that God doesn’t exist
But you don’t argue with organized religion,
You don’t even bash it.

Your lips are pale but your face is red,
You’re always calm and coughing, always
Waiting for coffee or tea.

You feel the weight of your bones, and sometimes
It terrifies you, I can tell
Because you kiss me harder when reality is drifting
Away from you. But when you feel like 1,000
Pounds you gently press your lips
To my forehead. You tip toe across the earth
Scared your foot print will be too permanent
For the wrong reason.

And I often find you digging through
Words, puzzled, and asking why
The universe is shaped like a cheerio,
You leave me with possible facts like
Ghosts are just sounds humans shouldn’t be able to hear
And then I wonder why you are afraid of the dark