my darling,
will you hold my hand
if not forever
for only a second
you have long forgotten us
but i can still feel the whisper of your lips
every slice of my skin
feels like the graze of your fingertips
every bruise
feels like a kiss
as i sit here on my dying breath
you are all that consumes me
i hope that the wind will carry my soul
and lead me back to you one day.