**** you for making me
Open my eyes to the
Outterness.
And for making me smile in my
Sleep.
Hell, I don't even know if I
Could ever fall for someone as
Perfect as your first-to-fifth
Digital
Impressions have made you
Out to be.
I zen my shoulders back down
And breathe, embracing the
Adventure of having even so much
As whispered to your
Shadow. Tomorrow
Or a decade's time away
Or a swift aeon's,
You'll be gone from my life.
I'll still be grateful.
No flower disregards
Even a second of petal-stroking
Sunlight.
In a world as dumb
As this one, your very being
Is a drop of supernova in a very
Silent *** of cosmic wordlessness.
I hope you're not
Scared of
Poets.
For Đina.