Everything. All at Once.

When you get sick your world gets small

like lungs coated in tar.

I was sick long enough for my whole universe to fit in my palm.

Then it became the size of a person

and soon enough I could fit inside it with him,

my everything.

Together we became the world.

We grew,

filling our flesh out

like balloons just large enough not to

burst.

And soon we realized that air could exist around us as well,

that we did not have to be black holes,

we did not have to live in a vacuum.

Now the air touches the dirt

the trees, the grass, the sky, the sun

and all the color in the world.

I breathe it all in and I have begun to find

so much joy, in all the little things.

Quite simply, my everything is

everything.