What is it like to be in your eyes?
I don't know what it's like to die.
I've never done it before.

This empty place in my chest
is kind of like something did
So maybe parts of me have.

Is it possible to go
Piece by piece
And not realize until there's none of me left?

None looks like no one.

Being in your eyes was like
being in your arms
was like being in a pile
of leaves in the fall
with my scarf wrapped around me
and my jacket fully buttoned
hat over my ears
gloves keeping me warm.

Like hot chocolate
on rainy days
like the chills you get
when something resonates.

If part of me died
And I feel it missing
What does that make me?