Like I Love Myself

Every time

the moon moves

my heart seems to be

in a different place…


And yet

the one place

I know that it will stay

is the most important–




Whoever will love me

like I love myself

but better–

that is who will stay.


That’s who

I will keep in my front pocket,

my golden chain, my heart

beating into an infinity

that is a too-soon,


Not-enough-time kind of love.


Until then,

I have the better–

well, the best–





And me.


March 11, 2015