The only journey is the one within.❤
he will sometimes love you wrong.
that’s okay. teach him the ways
that you love. like candle wax
working to sustain the flame.
put your guns away
because he knows
all your triggers
and how you ache
to pull them.
he tells you to stop
preparing for battle
every time you drive
around a blind turn
the road will still be there
like before. go lightly
and you’ll see.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house– , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…