He doesn’t like where he’s at
He’s hung up on where he’d rather be
Climbing mountains
Making love by the sea

He’s staring in the mirror
Retracing what he needs
Shackled in the now
He lacks faith on where to flee

The sky, the stars
He’s writing in his dreams
Upon awakening, he’s convinced Were made for me

Copyright © 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

(p∞)

Daisy – The Golden Syrian Hamster – enjoying my fern (by the way, Hamster populations in the wild are down 50% as of 2019. They are listed as critically endangered. They are going extinct. (This one still bites me because she knows I can’t live without her)
Daisy munching on my fern – houseplants improve mental health and air quality

One thought on “Made for me (p∞)”

  1. What an intimate and delicate poem. It beautifully captures the tension between desire and reality, the longing for another place or time and the acceptance of the present. I love how the images of the sky and stars contrast with the reflection in the mirror, giving a sense of dreams seeking rootedness. And Daisy’s final touch adds tenderness and humanity, reminding us that life is also found in the small moments and the people who accompany us.

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