Our wild beating hearts make up constellations

As we travel apart across the boundless nations

I staple together twenty three post cards and send them your way

Hoping for your epic letter keeps me on my feet through the day

These constellations steer me to your familiar face

To get here I’ve traveled through time and space

I find myself home at your familiar door

Finding that it’s comfortable to be where I’ve been before

After so many months your heart has made my latitudes

You have to remind me it’s not the distance that’s hard it’s our attitudes

We compare our weathered hearts

The beating bruise, the damaged parts

And forgive the common tear

We mentally castrate the boys that put them there

Our hearts are maps of the continents we’ve explored

Scars on our sleeves mark the hard times we’ve endured

I say, “I’m with you and I remember you’re all in me that’s good.”

You wrap me up in your warm arms like I knew you would