There are days I start to panic because I am not loving you.
I start to unravel
wondering, worrying, "will he ever be mine?"
My mind is a mess, he is all I can make space for.
I beg, "Why can't we unwind the stars and let me do it all different.
There is a pain in my heart without him, I'd die to do it over again."
Then there are days I am stronger than this.
I remember the stars and that I am that same bliss
and so they told me carefully:
"There is no unwinding.
We have found a perfect way here,
for you found pieces of yourself everywhere he wasn't.
n.f