For you

For you who ask unanswerable things.

For you who won’t forget

though memory exacts (the sweetest) pain.

For you who seek.

For you who fight to win your story back

from other tellers,

who scribble monuments of words

to prove you’re no mistake,

you’re true, you’re real, you are.

For you who cry for mercy.

For you who cut memorials of ink into your arms.

For you who cut – just cut –

because you feel

nothing

and you have to feel,

to know life moves

forward, consequentially --

if x then y, if x then why

if xx   xx

   xxx     x

x   x    x

For you hollow ones.

For you, for you

who sit back on your heels

and watch us rage.

For you who run and cannot stop.

For you who remain.

For you bisected,

you whose yearning stretches out with hungry fingers.

For you alone or not alone and lonely –

especially for you –

a chest rises and falls for you,

I promise it.

A soul hunts you,

that knows you without knowing,

without words.

In you a fiery rose of beauty blooms.

Roar. Weep. Love. Rejoice.

Be still.