Explosions

It’s like a fish hookCaught on my heartThe dancing rhythm in my chestMatchingThe constant tug of theAnglerAKA the UniverseAnd it fucking hurtsDayAnd, particularly, at nightWhen the empty plane of my bedReminds me of his body against mineOf the space that is now thereWhere once it was filled with peaks of heartbreaking beautyAnd valleys of staggering graceGrace that I was privy tooBeauty that I couldn’t believe I could witnessAnd liveSo that tugging,Which drives me to such desperation,Catapults me into such soaring heights.There are moments, many many moments,Donde mi corazónse siente como que va aexplotarInto a thousand tiny doves.Or perhaps a million little dandelionsTheir seeds scattering to the four windsAnd taking root in the other parts of my being.Only to return againBack to the centerTo rest on that Angler’s hookSaying,“This is home.”I can’t believe I left.