Maybe

Tonight, Momma’s head is spinning
As she follows Noah and me with her eyes

We must be her memories
Still feeling the crash some nights
With people crazy enough to seek guidance from our heartbeats

Sometimes,
I wish I could get life to swallow me whole
And cradle me in its collarbone
Tell me I’m as beautiful as the boy born before me
And that I’m more than the uncertain metaphors that spill from my fingers
Advertising truth through history’s ghosts.
I sketch my anxious thoughts in the outline of her time line
As she watches us with a slight smile and a swiftly hidden tear

Maybe one day it’ll be enough
Maybe one day we’ll be enough