I'm not tethered to you.
You hold me accountable to my emotions,
I drift within the range of them.
I drift close to the edge but I never fall.
I'm still out of reach
Warm and numb,
Curled up in this embryonic fluid.
Fetal, and wise...
Newborn, and old...
Yours and not yours...
I belong to the residue of your love
You stay here with your eyes open
Arms open, heart open.