Sometimes we find ourselves lost
between train tracks of empty thought.
Unsure of which track goes where –
Sometimes I’m reminded
of the nights
Or reminded of all the could’ve-beens,
the almost-woulds /
the train just departed.
The deserted platform at midnight.
But today is different.
Today I celebrate.
I look into their eyes
as if I’m counting birds.
I can’t help but think:
I’m drowning in a flock of starlings.
The light is melting through the curtains,
into our tender room.
It’s the morning –
I awaken in a world that makes me feel
like I can’t be enough.
So a lover calling me
is what I clutch to.