Build a home within my bones,
steadfast amidst my ribcage,
becoming one thing, something
mineral.

Stay near, darling,
don't stray.
Everything will be ok.

I've become familiar with how
dust collects on your edges
and the way your bones strain
to break through your skin.

I still have faith
that you can make
a pious woman out
of me yet.

I could never quite tell
if there were traces of
disappointment in your
shrugging shoulders.

Every time I thought to ask,
my mind would push the thoughts away
and chastise itself for not
being bolder.

And when the winter came,
I couldn't tell whether it was you that
sent shivers down my spine, or just the world
becoming colder.

I did find laugh lines by your eyes,
how easily I am reminded 
that we're only ever 
growing older.

What I thought was:

                   it would be possible to move mountains
                   with you by my side

but all I did was wrap myself
further in my bedsheets
and watch the snow fall
on the sidewalks below.

If given the chance
to stand at the edge of the world,
I would not hesitate to 










jump.