daily prompt · love · mental health · poem · poetry · recovery

infinite

in·fi·nite
/ˈinfənət/
adjective
limitless or endless in space, extent, or size; impossible to measure or calculate
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maybe I don’t need to see a galaxy in your eyes.
maybe eternity can’t be fished in others,
an upstream battle with unpredictability that
can’t be caught.
and maybe I don’t need to measure myself in successes.
maybe there is more information beyond what I can comprehend,
a force that can’t be contained by the
constraints of human thought.
maybe I am infinite.
maybe my potential is limitless in nature,
impossible to understand and so
easy to minimize.
maybe you are infinite, too.
love · mental health · poem · poetry · prose · recovery

Homecoming

I was homesick.

But not for our home. Not for the couch or the bed or the mess of living that is unique to it.

I was homesick for you.

For the glimmer of your eyes on a laugh. The confident way you touch me. The stability of your presence.

I was homesick for you.

For the casual way you tear down my walls. The way you challenge me to be better. The easy way you love me. The way you make it seem easy to love me.

I was homesick for you.

How happy I am to be home again.