One that Never Got Finished

We are all just atoms,

circling around the Earth. 

Bumping into each other. 

We are just clusters of cells,

rejuvenating in the hopes

it will give us a fresh start.

We are every night,

we stayed up too late,

because another force in this

universe made us feel like we 

couldn't sleep.

We are just the coffee we 

drink and the things we read.

We are every feeling and 

every emotion,

trapped inside of us,

dying for air. 

We are just bits of stardust,

trying to find our way back into space.  

Unanswered Questions

Do you love me?
Eagerly, all-consuming?
Do you crave my touch?
Dream of my kiss?
Do you whisper my name?
When you’re alone?
In hopes I’ll show up?
Could you survive inside?
Without me?
Or do you love me lightly?
Do I make a pretty center-piece?
To your life?
Does my food taste good?
Do I feel warm?
Am I home every night?
Am I welcoming?
A comfortable place?
To lay your head?