Heart

You wander with me song to song, spark to spark, no horizon in sight. You crave every unfinished sky, every bright and fleeting thing. Yet some mornings you can barely drag me across the room. I know you push the blood through my veins. That alone is miracle enough. Still, in the dark you whisper: how will you earn tomorrow? after I spent you last night on laughter. You pull me toward music and fire, then punish me with consequence. You ache for roads we never took, bleed in perfect silence, never beg for light. Yet flinch at every small alarm, day and night. You leap at the slightest kindness, flinch like a struck match at a cold tone. You feel before I think, pull me back from every edge I lean toward. And still your truest name stays unspoken. So before we chase the next bright ruin, before we lose ourselves in another song, tell me your name. So I can learn to carry you better, or at least stop calling you by the wrong one.