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.
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