Love Is Energy

Yes, I will always feel you. For love is energy, and like the purest magic, “energy can neither be created nor destroyed—only converted from one form of energy to another.” But no, no physics (meta or otherwise) can predict the future shape of our feels: only words and acts tell.

To feel me,

love, just remember

ours is one

Heart no one but us

can tear to pieces.

for Y, my favorite physicists in the whole wide world (and the mad soul who dared me to turn the law of conservation of energy into something magical and romantic)

linked to Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #19: Birthing Hope)

Stitched Poetry for “the hurting time”

“Do you know that there’s a halfway world between each ending and each new beginning? It’s called the hurting time… It’s a bog; it’s where your dreams and worries and forgotten plans gather. Your steps are heavier during that time. Don’t underestimate the transition... [and if you can, create something]” — Nina George [and me]

 Isolation doesn’t have to be lonely,

ink your feels

with me.

 do remember the dead,

but don’t forget to be

grateful for the living

If you love all

of me (heart, brain, mouth),

we will blossom together.

for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #17: Growing Safety)