Friday 11:37pm

[poetry_se7en]

I have found
Inside him

The lunar twin
Of every cell
Every organ

Illuminating
Past lives.

I have found
Inside him

A safe harbor,
For mending.

I have found
Inside him

My own heart,
Threaded needle in hand,

Sewing itself to his.

*

My hand on the phone,
My veins pumping acid.

I miss you, I told him.
My heart a knot in my throat.

*

I have found
Inside him

The ability to let go.

I have found
Inside him

Freedom.

*

I miss you too, he said.

I nearly dropped the phone.

I smiled and felt my chest ache.

The stitches new, pulsing inside me.