where will I be in ten years
if the pounding in my head
is back?
I imagine the universe
sitting back and staring
at me, with all its
constellation
and you
on the other side of the
horizon still tapping on
seashells and throwing them
as memories towards all the
gravities holding back
each and every star hundreds
of lightyears away from us.
the ocean will listen to me
weeping or may be singing
and echo my voice with every
wave, the little lights
will dim and hold back
all the tears,
you’ll listen as you dance
to the beating of the sun,
as clouds settle in your
sky, to remind you that you
have found happiness.
