Natalia
Today I missed so many lives and faces and stories and blessings and lips and hands
I felt safe in Natalia’s arms
built like my mother’s
Do they know that I tore my heart, littering it like bread crumbs on the red dirt?
Do they know that my feet beat out new paths
as my blood drove a new course through my body?
There was pain and comfort enough to go around back then
not like these days
