The Thought of Everything

By Jordyn Ellis

Are we okay?

Repeated words I often say; excuse the neediness, I just rather not be led away. You embrace me closely, reminding me to be sane. Just to go and leave my mind wandering that same day.

Are we okay?

You ask why I need to be reminded, although you often say our love is timeless, I’m seeing your time less visioned our future with love but instead blinded by your silence–

Are we okay?

I'd rather not be left alone. As the thoughts often consume me. Longing the promises we promised would be kept. I am Alone.

Basquiat’s Untitled (1981)