We are tender little yesterdays, lending today and wishing for tomorrow.
My hands are catching stars on skin of uncurled open and I dare because I know the worth.
I won’t try to contain you.
You can dance across the lines of my palm and sit and rest within the groove between and I will hold you when you ask and turn away when I need to.
And we will exist.
This chaos won’t be missed but it will teach you the difference between the things you want and that which you need.
So lay back and flatten the arch of your spine against those springs of strength; it needs to breathe.
These dreams will tilt and roll off us, into the places of waiting truth.
I won’t be far gone, though it will feel that way some days.
You won’t be lost, though you will pause and wonder which direction to turn.
We will fade.
We will grow.
These particles will divide.
And everything will fall into place.