The light in your window
I will always remember that.
As we propped your pillow
and hid under your blanket.
As we conversed in strange languages
and laughed at silent jokes.
As we exchanged battered whispers
while promises fell like raindrops.

I will always remember us
as we locked the door
and left the world outside.
As you tossed my shoes, burnt our clothes away.
As you consumed my name
while the looking glass admired
the ways we dissolved
then inevitably disappeared.

And I will forever remember
the interminable look in your eyes before you sleep
and your fingerprints
here, there and everywhere.
You are the sweetest scar that had stained my whole existence.

Because we have cheated destiny;
and until we defy immortality.

It was organised
your room
when I entered.

A moment after,
the propped pillows,
the crumpled blanket,
your tired jeans,
my shoes somewhere disarrayed,
our battered whispers,
the traces of your fingerprints,
your heart beneath the bedsheet
and my last glimpse of you

they will forever remind me
of something beautiful.

It's beautiful:
watching the clouds dissolve the left-overs
of our fatal grace.

This is how we disappear.

That I will cheat destiny
just to be near you
once more.

Until I dissolve
among the series of old verses
and forgotten scars.

Once there was a girl
in a far away place
who wrote thousands
and thousands
and thousands
and thousands
of endless letters

but sent not a single one.

I close my eyes
and I feel your voice draping the wall
and I remember your arms
around my arms
and your legs
around my legs
and your warmth
around my warmth
and how beautiful the light is
and how wonderful we are.