Lotus

What happens if I fall in love

And no one's there to catch me

What if I give them the world

And they ask for the universe

What do I do if falling in love

Is like free-falling but not knowing where

Is it okay that I wish for my grandmother to die? 

in my heart, hope is a quiet thing
a pulse beneath rubble
soft as breath against marble dust.

it doesn't sing
it lingers.
it waits in the cracks where sunlight pools
on mornings the mist forgets to rise.

There is a language 
spoken only in half-glances, 
in the weight of a pause 
just before someone smiles. 

you’re perfect.

all of you.

and i don’t need to say more

but i will

because i want to write about every one of you