I

I feel like there’s more light than dark
But I have felt like this before
And each time I slide back
But each time I come back stronger
Like, what doesn’t kill you
And each time I hear a sound I hadn’t heard before
This time it was a brittle crack
that rippled down from my skull to the bones of my
extremities

II

Earthquakes happen all the time
just beneath the surface
of Earth’s thin crust, stretched across its molten core
like our skin, absorbing all of our
experiences

III

I left in the middle, for something else, and
realized that you were gone and
felt happy for you that you had found
finality