The Shape of It

every memory

imprinted on my skin

heart stretches

raw and thin

threatens to fray

and somehow strengthens

from the weight

of longing

—

when I hear your voice

I become transdimensional

I am home

I am present

I am next to you

I am deep in me

I am in our past

and in our future

simultaneously

—

my senses light up

as if you are in the room

you take up space

even in your absence

posing questions

that cannot be answered

right now,

like a snake

eating its tail

—

a love that has no beginning

and no end.