Where will I be when love
changes?
When it doesn't make my
hands shake and my heart
break

Where will I be when love
stays?
When it sails instead of sinks,
holds me up instead of
drags me down


Where will I be when love
comes for me?

With you,
even if you are not there with me.

The emptiness of midnight
has a way of moving the settled seas
of the heart.

The moon hangs desperately,
the darkness seeps into your skin.
The tides turn within your veins and
you sink.

It's there
in the depths of the waves that swell
and swallow your harbor:
the love you left to drown, but has found its anchor
in your bones.

You live in memories
that dance along my ribs,
twist around my lungs and
swim in my veins.
I feel you like scars,
carved deep into my skin with
hurt and hope.


Sometimes I think you can hear me,
when it's 3:57am and the oceans between us are here
in my heart.
You have become my
blood
bones
breath -

I have to tear myself apart
to let you go.

To love you is to burn:
a wildfire moving boldly,
desperately,
searing through my raw heart.

To love you is to drown:
my lungs opening
and collapsing,
flooded by your restless current.

Loving you and losing you
are two pains that bleed as one.

You found me like a shipwreck,
weathered down to the frame and
splintered by salt and storm.

You became the nails, the boards;
the rudder and the raised sails.

Your heart is my compass,
and it guides me back home.

You were like poetry,
words heavy with hopeful prayers
exhaled from the soul and breathed into old wounds.

You were like May mornings,
dripping with fresh green and illuminated by gold hues,
the air tangled between spring and summer.

You were a limitless love,
a flood in my hollowed and desperate heart;
find me adrift in your current,
and anchor me to you.

My heart was rooted in weeds,
weak and tangled.
But you grew flowers in my veins,
planted beauty into my bones and
breathed life back into my tired soul


and, my God,
I am home.