Like a cracking piece of terracotta sculpted by fingertips
Her wrinkled hands were woven with his spirit

Instagram sculptor by day
Poetess by night

An activist
Shapeless, without fault, clothed in independence

Never accepted by they/their parents

Do you remember?
We once smoked a spliff
On the terrace, fantasizing
Barely thinking about the world

And life came crashing down
And a phantasmagoria of colors
Became a black and white picture
That I shared with myself from then on

All that was left was my sobriety
A lemonade, coffee, and bitter orange peel
You, instead, had bitten into a meringue of stimulants
By then, you had left the world for some solace

I really have no future here
In your arms, in your veins
I can feel the heat near your skin
But, your embrace is just what I need

I shouldn't receive this
It is too beautiful for words
To describe, so I will say goodbye
To my existence wiped away with a kiss

I really have no future
Hello, did you miss me?
I am back again after we made love
Under the pale moonlight

And the romance was thick with smoke
And the rain poured like it was June
But, it was as young as January
It was cold and the winter had just arrived

Did you miss my smell?
Was it in the air when you sighed
Thinking of how I once was your guy
I have no future here without you