I do not know if I am the roof, warn and rusted and broken
in more places than I am whole, and you are the light,
shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful…
or, If I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to
toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and be bathed in
my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all.
I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will.
poems from the typewriter series, Tyler Knott Gregson
Poem & Picture Source: Tyler Knott