entangled in
my now –
entwined within
my what-will-be,
you…
an anchor fastened to my heart –
essential as even –
air.
what was life before
you –
who drew the line
between indifferent –
and necessary?
was there sunlight –
or did the night – so nonchalant
just close his eyes –
allowing day…
i cherish moments
filled with oh-so–much of you,
grateful –
yet undeserving…
standing too close to the edge 