The presumably burnt-out light bulb
merely needed to be
twisted back into place in order to
flicker on again.
The grey-haired woman standing on the chair
sighs, glad
she will not have to buy new ones.

even if you can’t believe
in God, a higher consciousness
or immortality
can you at least open your
heart to the basic
unitive, umbilical connection we all share?
******* tears trickling
down your quivering rouge lips
the flavor is familiar
listen to my heart rumbling inside
your spacious chest
and the clap of thunder
as our warm breath fogs
a rain streaked window
we are so much alike...
I sprang ****** and naked
from my mother’s belly
just like you
and it breaks my heart
to see you cry,
suffer, or go hungry
There is so much
love inside of you
dearest
it just overflows
naturally, effortlessly
collectively
into me

misfit wanderers lost in their dreams
collecting broken pieces
gluing them with words.

masters in the art of being faceless
singing the songs
of the unheard.

silent souls affected in tragic ways
seeking a painful solace
drowning themselves in the flood.

You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to  **forget you.

Shoutout
To my **earbuds
For being there
When no one else was

Thank you
For keeping me alive
When I craved death

When I saw nothing but hate
You gave me true love

And thank you
For helping me build my wall