What is matter?
It is substance, weight.
It is the topic at hand,
something significant,
something that takes up
space. Matter is
this poem, matter is
the word that demands
my attention. Matter is
something felt,
something seen,
something heard.

What if you matter?
What if matter is you?
What if I told you
that you carry weight—
that I carry your weight—
that this is good and
just how it ought to be?

What if love is like
this, like feeling the
weight
of someone else’s
soul?

And what if he matters?
What if matter is him,
His word, his flesh
speaking life into your
heart and quiet
in your bones?
What if his matter
is the heaviness
that holds you down
so that you don’t get
blown away?