“If you could feel the way my hands
shake when I write your name,
you would know how much you
mean to me and you would see
how much of my blood runs through
my veins for the sole purpose of
keeping you in existence because when
you are written across the pages
of my notebooks, it feels like you’re
still here, it feels like you could
never die– but my hands,
my shaking hands– they’re enough
evidence to show you’re no longer alive