crafted with words,
now that our homes are built 
through storms and 
we collapse into each other
like stars 
and our remnants, like
dust lie between our feet-
darling those steps never
felt further and we, never 
closer among the waves
that are still worlds apart-
maybe the night hadn’t 
opened up yet.
maybe the sun wasn’t
bright enough.
maybe they couldn’t 
hold us-
darling, we are glorious.