FOR YOU.

The soft sound of crickets in Autumn

Motors humming past the train tracks

Gentle smoke billows in the breeze

And here, now

I feel at home, with you

The anger, the melancholy

Dissipating into the night sky

With your presence beside me.

I search for the constellations,

Wishing for some semblance of normalcy—

But what do I need normal for?

When I have you, your touch,

For the first time

In millennia?

My gut churns pleasantly

My heart thrums in unison, with yours

The sound of birds in the morn

Lull me to sleep

With you by my side.