the space behind my eyes, that's what gave it away, wasn't it, the place where the old life kept trying to fit even after the body already knew the thing about leaving is you take yourself with you, all the baggage, all the almost-weres, all the not-yets and un-becomes and the thing nobody says out loud is the joy feels selfish until you realize there's room enough for everyone if you just… open, like the island did, like cosmo does every , just HERE, just this and maybe i'm not hoarding sunlight, maybe i'm just… reflecting it, back.