I feel it staring down on me.

That eye in the heavens.

Burning a hole through me.

I try to put the ashes back in

but they slip

through my fingertips.

Ablaze from the embers.

It feels good to be warm again.

I can see its disappointment.

Sad that I've been

stitching myself together

for so long

to keep the pieces together.

I tried to do it by myself

but I'm no surgeon.

But that doesn't make me human,

it makes me Frankenstein's monster.

Falling apart is human.

And that's what I should have done.

I didn't think you could take my breaks.

But you took my brokenness

and made me whole again.

I grabbed your hand

and the fire that rekindled in my soul

mixed with yours.

I looked up into the heavens

to thank that eye.

For helping me realize my humanity.

But all it gave was a wink then vanished.

I searched for it but was blinded

by the glow of our fire.

I'll never forget what that eye did for me.

Igniting the spark of humanity within my soul.