beginning

you knew you were rabbit-held, heart straight into a den

beneath what once bequeathed a brighter entry

you came anyway.

we both knew the force

which pulled us center-stage, but

I didn’t know why you were shaking,

who you were running from,

or how far you’d fall.

I asked the wrong question.

so, of course you’d say yes.

you still don’t know

how many miles

fit inside of forever.