i know that its time.

heart of mine heart

you are the secret center

of who i pretend to be

you are the safe city

that who i am bends 

to begin a pilgrimage towards

i am young and careless

a quiet thing

who knows the weight of words

and a child's mouth trapped

beneath the weight of these eyes

that see more than you realize

its strange how small my small pink lips

look when they are still

when they are not stretching themselves

wider than they may go

in a smile that tells you i am safte

flattened to that shape

by the great weight of these eyes

that see that this is what you need

you need to know that i am safe

that my small comforts are enough for me

that the old loves have built me a bridge

from that island kingdom you gave me

and have drawn me back to the real world

that's what you need to know

and what you need to forget

is that you never taught me how to swim

when you swept me away on that great wave

of all that was beautiful and true and forever

in the world the whole wide world

and i left it behind without a thought

because i was where you were

and now still i am where you were

and the tension is in these tenses

but when you turn your telescope on me

you want to see that i've escaped

that i made myself safe

that i am okay

but its better when you're with me darling

and oh its cold its cold this december

because i thought this is where we were starting

and this is where i began the art of remembering

with honor to megan for the final inspiration.