The wind kills me. My baby cries.

When we are younger and time is not such a burden

I will lift you up and carry you home to the place we both began

There in the safety of this womb we will sleep forevermore

We will put away the baggage that we were too strong to give up

And with the levity of forgiveness I will find the words to thank you

The sleep that collects in the corners of my eyes and the sweat upon my brow

Will both be wiped away without appreciation for their inspiration

We do not save these creations our bodies worked so diligently upon

Such things we take for granted that they will appear again

So I ask, what if our tears were finite, if our thoughts were few,

If the pain I felt for the lies I told passed in the night like another forgotten dream?

Would the lessons still be learned, would there still be stories to tell?

These things we carry, we carry not out of responsibility to the past

But for hope of the future