I may never walk anything more the same as him
In converse shoes slapping campus pavement,
Than taking down miles in memories
And mulling over trite bereavements.

If all we have left is muscle memory
Where summer grass stroked skin like hesitant fingers
Then I'll sink into autumn leaves
And worry my lip where the impressions linger.

YOU WERE SO USED TO RUNNING
THAT YOU FORGOT HOW NICE IT WAS TO STOP.
YOU MET ME AND I KNEW IT WAS DIFFERENT,
SPARKS FLEW AND I WAS SCARED OF THE ELECTRICITY WE GAVE OFF
BUT YOU STOPPED RUNNING FOR ME
YOU STAYED AND HELPED ME UNDERSTAND YOU.
BUT NOW YOU'RE RUNNING AGAIN AND I CAN'T CATCH UP
AND NOW I REALISE I NEVER UNDERSTOOF YOU AT ALL

There was a point
when i knew that i
was going to die.
And at that moment
i couldn’t help but
think of Hazel
and infinities
and breathing
and death.
I recalled the day
when hazel was sat
next to me and we
talked about
infinities. How
between one and
two there are many,
and even more
between zero and
two. Now, i can’t
help but think:
breathing is our
largest infinity. Like
the numbers between
one and two,
breathing never
ends. But like the
person who
eventually stops
counting the number
between one and
two, my lungs get
tired. And
eventually, they too,
must
stop.

I lock my eyes to their counterparts-
the alter-ego of my ego.
I stare into the mirror
not to remark on my beauty,
or the flaws that can seem etched
into the glass,
but because I can't trust any other window,
to look into my soul as deeply.
And when I look at this mere reflection,
there is a love so superficially profound,
that can only be understood
when pupils match up perfectly.

PLEASE DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE WAY MY EYES GLISTEN IN THE SUN
OR THE WAY MY HEART FAILS TO BEAT WHEN YOU'RE AROUND.
PLEASE DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE FEELING OF YOUR HAND IN MINE
OR THE WAY OUR LIPS LOCK TOGETHER, UNSEPERABLE.
OH GOD PLEASE,
PLEASE DON'T FORGET ME