Years On

A Love Poem

Years on I find things have taken root

like trees and weeds about my

heart and lungs, so now I breathe

in and out the names of those I love,

so that every time my heart beats

against the rooted constriction

of their embrace my bloody organ

aches for them. Over and over

their names on my breath,

and my pulse pushing thoughts

of them into my mind.

And I wonder: was it their plan

all along, or was it mine?