you and I are just
time in a bottle
slowly slipping through
a brief moment
of this boundless space
until we are only
beautiful grains of sand
quietly settled
into the universe
intertwined
of flesh and bone
where we are timelessly
etched together
for all of eternity
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My favorite song
long after our bones
have become stardust
and our souls
have become the wind
dancing together
beyond the infinite
it’s you that will always be
the melody
to my favorite song
The space of you and I
inside the element
of your existence
I saw everything
in one single moment
that you once were
and
somewhere in between
the space of you and I
is the capacity
of every heartbeat
that my body has held
for you
Within this lifetime
and even through
this entire universe
this vast space
of our existence
I found you
and I know now
that I was always
meant to love you
within this lifetime
She sits alone
she sits alone on the steps
of her broken home
waiting
and wondering
as if time just stopped
with each car that passed
hopes would rise
and quickly fall again
she lost count of the hours
that went by
and fragments
of that little girl
are still sitting on those steps
waiting
and wondering
sometimes
she can still hear
the cars passing by
and the emptiness that follows
but she knows
that he isn’t coming
he was never coming
This melody
I close my eyes and smile
as I feel the strumming
of the music
flowing across my skin
remembering the time we danced
your lips making promises
for your body to keep
time slows
and my hips sway
in rhythm with your own
and I know
in this perfect moment
I’ll never feel
the harmony of this melody
quite like this
again
Unafraid
every time I look into your eyes
I see every moment
of you and I trapped inside
and when I kiss you
I know that I am unafraid
of how your darkness tastes
All she needed
she listened to the spaces
between the words he spoke
and found that the silence
was all she needed to hear
Something about you
there is just something about you
that is so ingrained
under my skin
that at times
it takes my breath away
and I need a map back
to my own heartbeat
The fabrics of life
I watched her fold the fabric
neatly and gather it gently
under my peaceful face
I remember her hands
comfortable and tender
tucking me away in bed
telling me stories
of Kings and Queens
and a land far far away
the way her mouth would smile
as she reached the end
of the fairytale
I remember the softness
of her voice
as whispers of goodnight
filled my sleepy head
and as I drift off to dream
that’s how I’ll remember her
in the quietness of the silence
that’s where she will live
for eternity
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