Sometimes something reaches in and pulls out
the threads attached to
feelings connected to a person
who have taken up residence inside of my heart.
They aren't fleeting. Or temporary.
They've woven themselves mercilessly into
who I am.
The feeling is so hard to describe.
It's a wailing of my spirit
a longing for
dance that whips my hair behind me and knocks the breath out of me
while it breathes life into me
just the same.
Sometimes it hurts.
But mostly it makes me grateful
to be alive
in this life.
every single thread
that has made up this