Maybe it was the way you

whispered my name before I fell asleep,

asking if I was still awake 

Or the way 

your legs brushed against mine 

for warmth in the night 

Maybe it was the way your hair

was soft and smelled of a meadow 

Maybe it was the way

your eyes lit up like galaxies 

when you saw something you loved 

Whichever it is,

your magnificence was blinding, 

almost as if you were pieces of the sun.