Beyond Practical

I was still living

I was still walking to the class every day,

Finishing my tasks,

Loving and being loved.

Practically there is nothing wrong

with ‘us’ not existing.

Practically we exist anyway, separately.

But when there is an ‘us’

when there is something beyond realism,

everything seems to fall into place.

The circle seems complete and full.

And it is crazy

how I keep cutting off parts of myself

to sew up our circle

and how you just like it torn apart.

But I have made my peace with it

because I’ve realized this is how it always is-

weary and tattered.

And I’ve realized that maybe

just trying to embellish these threads

over and over again

will keep me alive.