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…