the sideless coins placed on my eyelids after i died
and in that dream of death
your face is always turning
but i never quite see your eyes
.before .waking. up.
What is love anymore? IS this what you wanted me to see? Nothing but this?
Constantly seeking out a smaller and smaller space to fit into. Pretty soon you'll cram yourself so small. You will vanish. From sight.
A speck of gold in the corner. A fleck of green in the dark. A flicker of warmth in the winter when the fire won't start.
We've grown so incredibly old together. I, taller, stronger. You, more emaciated...wiser. Here's to separation of spaces. Here's to someday being united. Here's to...