You said the day didn’t begin until
we said good morning
the sun still rises and sets, so
how many days have not begun?
I made myself small
By folding in one corner
I created two new edges, but
at least I could fit into your pocket
Awkwardly bent, inside that square
I would lay my head against your chest
hear your heart beating
and sync up my breath.
The compromise of security
is not worth the risk of not being
able to grow into the newest version
And yet sometimes I still miss being inside your pocket.