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…