maybe

8/24/23

Maybe you and I 
forgot to tell ourselves 
the truth. 

Maybe you and I 
will sit down one day
and look each other in the eyes 
and realize, yet again,
just what it is we've kept hidden
within ourselves 
the whole time, 
that which we knew 
from the very start.

Maybe you and I 
will then remind
ourselves
that we’re fucked up in secret,
in our own silly ways,
that we need help outside 
ourselves
if we want to be better, 
that we're not today
who we wanted to be tomorrow
that we're not today 
on that first-intended 
and ever-yet available
trajectory,
the path we chose to take
long ago
 when we left the
stars. 


Light
does not 
know time;
it simply, 
brilliantly,
shines.