Unfinished

An unfinished art piece,

for an unfinished project.

An unfinished project,

by an invaluable heavy heart...

weighed down by the gravity of scars— no, stars,

encountering a transformation that will lead to a supernova.

But here I am, unfinished still

Unfinished, like a thought at the tip of the tongue,

like a dream interrupted by an alarm

like a life that never knew love.

Unfinished.

A poem I wrote around February 3rd 2025