Everyone who terrifies
you
is sixty-five
percent water.
and everyone you love is made of
stardust,
and I know sometimes you cannot
even breathe deeply,
and the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
you are made of the sea and the
stars, and one
day
you
are going to
find yourself again.