The sound of your
snoring exists only in my walls today.
I swear you live there and whisper
now and again to remind me
where and how you are. I
hope you're cozy in my insulation
because I constantly find myself missing
the warmth you brought to my chest.
I am hoping for you to
walk in my door, but then
I will remember you have never left. You are
so quiet, I need to hear you. How I
wish you would scream at me-the way you once did.
Your voice is faint and slowly shrinking. Tell
me how much you hate me, I just need
to know you're still there. I just need
to know you still care.

The sun hasn't set this summer.
The thought of you is always here to stretch my days
into centuries. Even when you are absent, in every
way, my afternoons will not surrender. Sometimes
I dream of stars and where they may be stranded now.
You tell me I imagined the night and every secret
you stuffed inside of my skull. Do you remember
when I would kiss soft songs along your spine and
in return you gave me stamps for the love notes
I still haven't sent? I guess I still say to much, but
if I didn't would you have seen the springtime or
those sapphires in your eyes? You still stare at me
as if I can be saved. I say this sweetly, I
have accepted that I will never sleep soundly
again. So grant me without a goodbye, and I'll let
this sickness make you sorry. Finally,
let the sun set, sing only to her,
and give me back myself.

He surrendered to unconsciousness in my presence once,
I noticed his chest rose and fell, like a sun
alternating from dawn to dusk on the horizon.
I admired how the curve of his spine mirrored
the crescent of the moon, even as they slept
238,900 miles away from each other.
As he rested it had struck me that this boy was my universe.
He is my universe.