Magnificence is not myself
And maybe that's okay

Maybe the busted up bits of my thoughts are still worth something
in the same way people love pictures of broken buildings

Please just hold my heart
as it sits shivering like a way too early morning; a cold one
one where you get in the car and you know you have a long way to go
and your interrupted sleep hangs over you
like the frost hangs on the window glass
Please tell me that I'm okay even though I am not full
not whole
not enough to quite keep the cold out

I feel like grey road stretching outward
with orange blurs passing periodically
Like a long road
Maybe one that doesn't end

Maybe that's enough for you
maybe you like to pass the time
just watching the lights pass by through the frosted windows

maybe what's left of me is okay
please let me be okay

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