dear someone this shouldn't be written about

in all these infinities,

i wonder if all

this water is as heavy

if the storms

cry harder and

if the fires burn brighter

if the earth spins,

does it spin me

towards you or back from?

i wonder if

the stars tuck themselves

into the night like i do 

into my bed

if the lines converge,

will we be at the center?

i long for you.