It’s like a fish hook
Caught on my heart
The dancing rhythm in my chest
The constant tug of the
AKA the Universe
And it fucking hurts
And, particularly, at night
When the empty plane of my bed
Reminds me of his body against mine
Of the space that is now there
Where once it was filled with peaks of heartbreaking beauty
And valleys of staggering grace
Grace that I was privy too
Beauty that I couldn’t believe I could witness
So that tugging,
Which drives me to such desperation,
Catapults me into such soaring heights.
There are moments, many many moments,
Donde mi corazón
se siente como que va a
Into a thousand tiny doves.
Or perhaps a million little dandelions
Their seeds scattering to the four winds
And taking root in the other parts of my being.
Only to return again
Back to the center
To rest on that Angler’s hook
“This is home.”
I can’t believe I left.