Space 

I was glass and I shattered

I was wood and I splintered

Memories stretch across oceans, yet like a dream fade at dawn

Photographs whisper of the real
While unspoken words echo like yesterdays rain

The storm swirls around the trees in the meadow
And through the ordinary city streets where a piece of my heart was left

As the wind erases time from my hand

Who asked permission for my heart to wake up

Honor came face to face with me
Where what I take for granted was strung from star to star

November 2018, two lines borrowed from a previous poem I wrote.