How On Earth

How on Earth
Can I spend the morning
Writing sad songs,
Stewing in anguish,
Unable to move these emotions through my body,

But then
The moment I step upstairs
To settle into the anger
You text me?

We talk about your things.
You ask for a call tomorrow.
I say,
Yes please,
I need that so desperately.
You ask why.
My things are family things again;
A new version of the same things
You’ve heard for years now.

I tell you I feel guilty asking for support.
You say,
GIRL,
That’s my job!
And I feel the brightness of three suns in my heart.

We exchange voice messages.
You validate everything I’m feeling.
I draft an email and send it,
After getting your sign-off.

There is so, painfully, little
I feel I can do
To express
How an hour long text exchange
Has the power to change the trajectory
Of my day,
my weekend,
my life.

At a loss for words,
I ask again,
How on Earth could our bond be so strong?
Then I think,
Only Heaven might connect two souls in this way.

You are a kind of soulmate we’ve forgotten to long for,
But one I could not persist in this life without.
My most treasured friend and sister.

ILYSM TTYT <3