My skin feels out of place
stretched across the rivulets of my body
where once it stretched across yours.
I am learning once again how it should fit
Although there are stitches in different places.
One day I might be able to take them out
And have my body exist as it was before.
One day it will run like converging rivers
with someone else’s out to that heady sea.
It will be deep and it will be beautiful
There will be twists, turns, rocks, and ruins.
A different journey and story for each and then
I will take this body to a different shore
And cast myself adrift with the love of someone more.
I literally just wrote this and wanted to put out there.