My whole life I thought I was lost,
but as we sat in the parking lot breathing smoke and
I watched the darkness illuminate the cracks in your composure,
I knew I was found beneath your kneecaps
and in the chattering of your teeth,
as wind seeped through cracked windows.

My darling,
with your words hanging in my veins,
I will remain entangled in the sheets
of the empty house we made a home.

And while,
we may not know where we are walking,
our souls lay out on maps
as the world leads us forwards.