"i don't remember anything about April only that we still loved each other right."

My hand cupped your face, and when I stare into your eyes,

I see a sky full of stars.

religion says, you die in the stat you've lived your life

and i think i'd want to die in this position.

stoned, in the still moment

where breath meets eternity

I want to never forget what it once felt like to love you

to hold the entire world in my hands while knowing

I was only touching skin.

and suddenly, you are a slight crescent of what you used to be;

now you are a mere husk, a singular ring of smoke drifting from an unmoored mouth

it is never you entirely,

and more than ever,

I wish all of you was here.