if anything could save the world, it’s this. your smile in the dark. and we stared at each other the way poets did. laughed so hard i swear we felt the light escape our chests. we weren’t drunk but we could’ve been, on something warmer. and it aches but what beautiful thing doesn’t? without pain we are invisible / but not alone. the world isn’t worth much of anything, but we could be.

if there is anything beautiful left, it’s this. we’re not dead even though we could be. i’m not elsewhere even though i could be. tell the next world we were here and we were okay. tell them i think whatever we are made of still reaches out to each other.