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.