Haven

i think i’m back here with you, again

it’s nice really, the years just falling away, how the days

feel slow when the malaise cracks open the skin, but the years

blast by like a jetstream afterburner, it’s nice isn’t it?

though i suppose i’m keeping you trapped in here like i’m a zookeeper,

but you’re the one keeping me fed.

you’re so right, that love can always be a thing that no one understands

from the outside, it’s inexplicable, that is.

you brought down the stars for me in these grains of sand that once

used to suffocate me. it’s a six-legged spider on the screendoor:

it’s making the best of what you’ve got