IMMEASURABLE

Some measure love in inches
Some in money
Some in blind obedience
And some in material possessions.

Me?

I measure it in connections
Soul.
Heart.
Crying once in a while
And not being ashamed to admit it.

Opening yourself
To the least pretty parts of love.
The need.
The loneliness when distance divides you.
The doubt.

Even in the most solid of foundations
There are cracks.

I measure it the only way
That’s worth it.

I measure it in you.