points

The star cross’d will wed by mid moon


I felt so full, at points, during that wedding

I yearned for connections

Between the points…

and that closeness.

That home.

I told myself

I’d rather slowly bleed through the fabric

Filling it slowly

Than to be an open gash

Pouring a lake of haste.




Children grow up

To smile upon

Children.

And so

The circle

Goes

On and on.




Families may become like wars,

But at least there is war.

Love can never be that silent.

And you know that.