I
Unconditional love.
Not expecting anything in return.
There is no judging or presumption,
No control.
Only the longing and restlessness,
And acceptance of reality.

II
There’s something looming in the shadows.
Changing and growing and seeking meaning.
Who am I if not the essence of my change?
And how do I identify that exactly?

III
I realize, now,
In this time and place,
That it is my heart breaking,
Breaking over me. It always has been
And I could never stop it.
I long to matter
In the grand scope of things,
And I am afraid.

IV
In the flesh
And an ache so deep.
I would break my own heart to save yours.

V
All cataclysmic years end in 3...when I molt and emerge, ten years later and the last seems almost...bearable.