What Am I To Do?
I know that in the coming weeks
I will stare at the stars
in a way that makes me feel
the vastness of everything, and
I will miss the way your body makes me
feel at home hurtling
through the universe, nestled
as we are
in our obscure corner
of the Milky Way. The way
that you press your back into mine or
slide the flats of your feet along my leg while we sleep is
to the feeling of god touching me
under the darkest of night skies
the earth is
to a surge
through charged wires.
What am I to do
if you decide to take yourself from me?
How can I handle knowing
these giant, impossible things
without your care
to ground me?