Fractured Lines

Consider hands:

capable of stealing,

and capable of healing.

I wanna know the things

which you leave you clean.

I ask that you consider

more than what was lost.

For supernovas,

or various constellations,

the lesson of acceptance

is one easily learned.

Night becomes day,

and I wanna ask

if you are going to stay.

My stiff determination

for personal space

only seeks to isolate.

Haunted in the starlight,

waking in the moonlight,

walk among the streetlights,

learning once again to breathe right.

Attempts to take up space

end in apologies.

I see the static

amid each distant eye.

You absorb its words.

Darling, if it has spoken,

what have you heard?

Your words, if about me, will eat me.

Your words, if not about me, consume me.