Across the threshold, there lies your heart. It is so big it holds all the weight it can endure. In the chaotic middle, you are the target of all the arrows they throw. You absorb the stares, the sighs, the sores. But you have to let them go and promise spaces in your sky. Pour the rain down, cry blood, beat fast. Sip and spill. Plug and pull it out. Run miles and miles and pause. Run one more time. And pause one more time. When you do, I will appear behind, I’ll hug you tight and long and warm. There lies my heart too, you’ll feel. I have promised spaces in my sky the day you have.