I hope you find comfort in the clouds,
The one you don't find in me.

I look up at the stars that had once brought us together
And I am thankful they tore us apart

The stars on my ceiling turn my room into a galaxy,
Suddenly standing on the precipice of another world
Where little comets race down like snow
It's so cold, outer space is so, so cold
But it's my secluded little world, so here,
Pull on a blanket and grab a mug
Tea steeps much quicker here
And oh, how much deeper we fall in love.

they want your first words—your last words
but nothing in between

do not read between the lines

there is nothing written there

I miss your wrists;
and the way they unhinge
at the cliff edge of my shoulders.
I miss standing breath to breath,
close enough to feel your heart
making music against my chest.

When I look at you and realize
somewhere in the clockwork of my heart
I still lose a second for you.