It was winter of 2014
And you dyed your hair navy,
On accident of course.
But you liked it.

And you lived for the nights
Of turning around the lake
As the moss dropped
From the tangles of your hair.

And the moon shone
In the haziness of your eyes
While you played back scenes
Through the screens of your eyelashes.

There was a groaning which lived
In the cavity behind your lungs
And sometimes it would stretch so far
The cracking of your ribs
Would fill the deepest silence.

And one morning,
He stretched to stroke the length of your cheek
But the weight of that look
Shook you back.

I'll never forget.