You are Everything to Me

These hands once held everything.
Would you do me a kindness
And help me remember
That sensation, that experience
Like a song I heard on AutoPlay that I immediately adored.
Different faces but the same shapes,
The same sudden skip of my heartbeat
When I hear her say my name. 
We’ll know it when it happens.
Fingers interlinked,
The physical manifestation
Of the red string:
The flush in our faces proof of its existence.
Do you feel this too?

It withers away far too quickly
Like a crumbling society
Whose arrogance never considered this a possibility. 
Did the Romans ever think their city could fall?
My heart has been sacked
And placed on a pike,
Paraded for all to see
How easy a glory turns to mockery. 
Do they laugh?
Do they curse at me?
I’m tired of arms that hold me like a cocoon.
They keep me warm and secure,
And through them, I am changed
But by nature, they are not a home.

How many layers of metamorphosis do I have left in me?
“I do not exist to appease anymore.”
Young scorpion, you just can’t escape it.
It’s just your nature. 
Excuse my sting and just embrace me please,
That is my nature talking too. 

These hands once held everything.
Would you think of these hands as everything
As I offer them to you?
This is my gift.
This is my everything. 

-k.r.r.