I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart

We all walk the same path
How far we travel depends only on ourselves

they say when you put your finger into the sea
you're connected to the whole world
but when i touch your skin...

i feel like i'm connected to the whole universe
to every atom in your body which was once a part
of some other being, some other thing

star, water, air, earth, animal, human

and when i think about it more and more
seems like i'm attached to you because
maybe - just maybe  - some atoms in my body

were once part of some other being,
some other thing, along with yours.
and i believe more and more in carl sagan's quote that

*"we are not figuratively, but literally stardust."