A Speckle of Gold

I tried to 

stuff you down

for about 

two weeks.

Lifted 

the balls of my

angst soldered desires

found myself 

healing

wounds slipped

below 

into the earth,

accepting

acknowledging.

I saw you

a you 

who is not 

from us. 

It’s okay.

The third week

hit like a wave of

wishes 

desolated wishes,

like pushing down 

a person’s head

deep 

into the water.

I saw you

a you 

I don’t know.

You were 

the last layer 

of a decade old locks.

Never what it was before,

a droplet of a river

never stays

in one place.

A speckle of gold,

not a fool’s gold - 

pyrite, you said.

I found it,

a nugget 

of truth

born

from the earth

of deep dark 

discarded 

little me’s.

Not only by me

but also by you,

a you 

who is a you

not 

anything else.