it isn’t quiet
but quiet doesn’t
alwaysmeanpeaceful
the fan
planes circling
cars racing by
my heart thundering
as i lay in bed
sleep more a concept
than actuality
but a tenuous sort
of peacefulness
on its own merit

i know what waits
the kaleidoscopic
arrayoffrozenmoments
when each forever
faded like embers
on the stale heat
of texas summer

you look up and see
all the stars glimmering
but no matter how far
you manage to travel
they never really
get any closer
relativetoyourpostion
the space between hearts
can be just as
unfathomably vast
evenwhenmereinchesapart