Yesteryou
I wish I could tell you then, what I know now
That it will be okay
That for as desperate and alone as you feel
One day you will rejoice in your solitude
There will be no void to fill
That the yearning will not break you, that it will ebb and flow and fade
Into a quiet acknowledgment
In time, you will kiss your own wounds
trace the shimmering lines of your scars
Reverent
For your body has always been a temple too holy for any god
Or man
to desecrate