Mountain Range

it stretches my face apart 

not unlike the plates 

we learn about in science class. 

pulling at my jaw, 

cheeks, 

lips, 

until finally 

my whole demeanor 

"We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,

For it is in loss that we truly learn to love."*

When we can feel,

All that is no longer there,

the doors

are left open

for him

to walk through

and brightly lit

with all

he will ever need

when beside him

there is a girl

stumbling through

a dark hall

unable to find her way