You and I were  just an almost  time and time
and time again. I begged the world to stop so
for  once, even  for a moment we could be  so
much more than a possibility.

A million possibilities we could have been but
in the end we were just stardust and magic inside
this vast space because the universe craved us.

If I close my eyes I can feel you upon my flesh, inside
the depths of my soul. I could feel you in every breath
that filled my lungs and in every beat of my heart.

I used to write you into my poetry and I'd let every
curve of your body fill my fingertips and lust became
my ink. I would lay you down gently across my blank
pages so you would be mine for eternity.

The most beautiful words aren't just written but traced
upon delicate flesh and hummed gently into the soul.
You were the poetry that spilled from my pen and satisfied
those blank pages but now I listen as silence fills my lungs,
waiting for time to softly whisper and fill my flesh with memories.
                                                      
                                                                                             Jon York  2022