Let Go

After all these years,

Although they are not all these years,

I cannot put into words how deep the stars

In the midnight sky run in my blue veins.

.

Salt stains my drug-store lips

And the rivers turn to waterfalls

From the shy spyglasses on my face.

My compass points to me,

Letting me know that no matter how far I stray

In this little world that

My infinite glowing arteries and

Brain waves will go on.

And on.

.

Yet they are not just mine,

They are every one’s.

We all share a piece of the

Puzzle above us.

A one-piece puzzle we like to complicate.

My bones are my map, and the cloaking compass

Above is me.

.

I am my map, and you are yours.

If only we would listen

We would realize that the dots

Don’t always need to connect.

We shouldn’t try to make them.