April, twentytwo

and in the mornings I write a lovenote to myself.

I’ve never been alone this long,
I stay busy and occupied
I place things the way I like
and I really don’t make a fuss
if I don’t get home on time.

My home is bold and womanly,
My space—safe for my feminity.
I love the way I take my time
And how I bless myself in candlelight.

I’ve had time to adjust,
it took me longer than I thought
to clear away unwanted rust
and raise my frequency by a lot.

Even if some nights are quietly long,
and no one hears my belting songs
I romance my time—
I stay in love with me
breathing poetry and rhyme.