was cold as december
yet hot like the underworld
felt the world beneath me
saw trees bend with intensity
a force that brought cracks
with lights upon black
grasping the lantern
searching for after
the flowers tug, break
withhold love
like the words you write of
the fear and might
i was your light, as you were my power
the strength that kept
before all that was swept
and the luminescence that faded
with our magnetic heaven
He had the paint and picture, yet didn’t understand the correlation between the two.
The relationship was intergalactic in a sense that we weren’t supposed to happen within that moment.
i remember the day
like i recall the pain
i remember your face
like i long for grace
i remember your hair
as if you were always there
the hallway — sitting there, calling
the voicemails and how your presence was inconsistent
and when they rolled that body past me
you never did ask me
it was just a sudden flee
