"I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them."
everything else can wait
you look at me like you could map the whites of my eyes, use them to find your way through. when i close them, you are lost- but when i close my eyes i am patient, waiting for the morning conviction will return from war, come home to me and knock. when i close my eyes, i feel found. i imagine it’s wandering like me, roaming through dawn, hail storms of bullets and shrapnel falling like leaves. we put our hands out to feel the rain. we are not lost.