The fear set in as it always did
A slow, trodding march of remembered feelings
and ghosts of the past.
What was left here waiting for me,
and what was worth wanting?
I had spent the weeks inhaling you and
I was beginning to forget where I began
and ended,
and was that not what we all wanted?
We took turns melting pieces of ourselves,
bones and souls,
until we were more than before.
Emergence came and so did we,
we were delivered
and awake
and new.
The fear arrived just long enough to be
swallowed by the love.
Andy Veilleux 