When love finally came,
It was nothing like I imagined.
When we imagine,
We build with blocks of reality.
Memories we have known.
Stories we have been told.
And so how could I have imagined it?
There was no reference.
It was more real than my own body.
When love crashed into my lungs,
I learned that I had been suffocating.
My chest expanded.
It felt so good to stretch open wide.
And I opened
I became
More
than I was.
More than I could have imagined for myself.
When love left,
My lungs collapsed.
I was left gasping and ruined.
