(Here is the secret that no one knows:
the root of the root,
the bud of the bud,
and the sky of the sky
of a tree called life,
which grows higher
than a soul can hope
or a mind can hide—
and this is the wonder
that keeps the stars apart.)
There are things
we need not carry anymore.
They were never ours
to begin with,
nor ours to end.
But there is one thing
I carry:
your heart.
I carry it
in my heart.
