everytime I shut my eyes I see afternoon, sun waning; a running creek, all shades of green swaying, sunlight shooting beams through the treetops and sparkling off the water, off your blonde hair, all silence except
the rustling of the trees and
the singing birds and the
sounds of your soft movements and
the song playing from your phone

you disturb the peace for just a moment
a gunshot. a mess of blood
and as fast as it started it’s over
and quiet again
and it’s just the birds and the sun shining
on wet rocks

(A square of concrete just big enough for the both of us to sit on
That overlooks the creek
that runs under the train tracks behind your house
We spent half a decade there together, in
that same spot)

.

We knew each other like no one else did
And I can feel my name on everyone’s lips

I saw you there dead with your mouth full of blood like the movies

.

To reach eternal
Beauty you must
Return to worms