Wan smile
with a hint of a question
tugging at the corners,
like making a bed
to eventually lie in

How does one answer a multi-page letter
when something much better
is unfolding before them?

It crinkles and creases,
then restores a soul
previously shorn to pieces

It did all turn around

I sink my roots into stable ground,
extend my wax wings as far as they can fly,
turn a wary eye to the massive sky
and harmonize the sound of your heart and mine
syncopating time

My friend! My foe? My someone—
Is feeling this all allowed?
As for our fate, I don’t know why or how,
but there—we’ve gone and done it now