The sunrise is melting into
my tired eyes.
There’s hope of a future, hope of
a light
Hope of
something sacred.

I wonder if you know that you
put my tissues together
the day you
came.

You folded up my bones,
cradled them until they were whole.
Nursed me back to life and back
to blood
like a broken-winged
sparrow.

I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Maybe I’m the caricature of human life,
but you’re the highlights and the shadows.

I wonder if you know
the pictures
stained on my memory.
I wonder if you know that I

Went back, cut his face out of the
film,
put your hands where his were,
Made it so
Love was a beautiful thing.

I wonder if you know that the touch of your fingers
against my back is like my
father’s.