i grow old inside the depths of
your
regrets
wrinkles and seams chisel themselves in and branch out
with every
“back when”
reaching to borrow from this ever fading palette of patience
you.hold.so.dear.
joints swell in fervent fever
muscles shrivel up in drowsy discontent
with every infinite
“if only”
provoking my very own
“what if”
diminishing my constant state of
“almost
there”
…
still
my heart navigates the tempo
of my singing blood
of my thriving veins
of my fearless cells
my mind
tenacious as the tail wind
composes.
