Boundless

You have no boundaries, she always said. It’s true. The time for that has long gone. Me, I keep coming back to the same old questions that petals never answer no matter how many times. Love me. Love me not. As I am, I am. Neither here nor there. There is nothing to explain. I don’t know about borders. They seem porous. In the end it’s always the heart that gives. You feel bound to weather the many tiny cuts that come, and come. ‘It’s for the best’. ‘Give it time’. You look for where the truth lies in these words. Ashes. A hole. Either way you go home and home is gone. So you mind the extra mug. The dip in the bed. The quiet voice that’s gone missing.