No Matter the Wreckage

by Sarah Kay

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.

I will wake you up early with my heavy heartbeat. You will say, Can’t we just sleep in, and I will say, No, trust me. You don’t want to miss a thing.

You are my favorite stick of dynamite. You are the opposite of a rubber band. There are so many things I would tell you if I thought that you would listen and so many more you would tell me if you believed I would understand.

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

I am stumbling in pursuit of grace, I hunt patience with a vengeance.