You, my anchor to Earth

You question the pain i bleed onto pages (baby, these poems not always for you)

it’s environmental

it’s the cold hospital rooms

it’s doctors their bad news

it’s the appointments that make the universe bleed & cry

it’s this world's sharp edges

breaking all its promises

but you, the hand I hold

my anchor to Earth

if not for you always there

I’d be lost in gravity’s pull

as this fragile heart

expands & collapses on repeat

so don’t worry about the things you read if love isn’t the theme

I’ll love you until the end

and even then my love

will echo in the spaces

between the stars

my happy ending

you