let’s haunt houses together, never letting anyone forget who we are when we’re together.
let’s become urban legends together, cryptids whose blurry photos are taken slipping through urban streets with the stars overhead. no one has seen us anywhere but in their own hometown. everyone believes in us without being superstitious.
let’s be the hearts of hurricanes and thunderheads, crackling with potential and mounting the danger.
your worst mistake was befriending a poet, because we hold tightly to everything. your smile will be memorialized in ink that is five tones darker than your summer-sky eyes, june before humidity hits.
let’s get lost together, a tangle of highways that have lost their exits, never-ending in a way that makes people confused about whose voice is whose.
let’s make history together, a documented case of a perfect pair of platonic soulmates, stretched across solar systems and flung to the farthest corners of infinity:
let’s find each other in the empty.
let’s never be truly alone, never knowing lonely.
let’s find home together.