it doesn’t really matter
If only you knew… This heart that regrew for you, How timid and hesitant it was To claim the void of aftermath, Yet now it beats assured.
If only you knew… About the home I built for you, Where the warmth of a hearth Replaced the bitter cold When you gave me the ember Of our story, untold.
If only you knew… Of all the sparkling stars I stole; How I then rearranged them To spell our names in Connect-the-dots constellations, Illuming the midnight blue.
If only you knew… How many of my dreams begin With us spiraling through space, Inching closer to each other until You kick my teeth in.
If only you knew… How helpless you make me feel When I write the same I breathe And end up with something pure Yet utterly mundane…
Useless.
— 4-2-2019, M.A. Tempels © “… it’s all the same.”







