The void is not empty … It is pregnant with possibility

Waiting for your hand to tickle its ribs (giggles from the child)

Waiting for your heart to warm its mountains (better than any sun)

Waiting for your soul to make it whole (the cosmos is a patient customer)

Until you see it was you the whole time

The you that feels … the you that knows … the you that weeps

The lines may all disappear … but your beauty remains