my first book was about you
and it described everything perfectly like the way you looked at me when the sunlight filtered in through your window
I never could escape from your soul-hold if I tried
but
I don't want to try
I think it's lovely
I want to hold onto you until my dying day when the sun is setting on my life and I want my last word to be your name
I want it to roll off my tongue like the Italian I tried to learn in your house
I want it to reverberate around the world
I want everyone to know that the last thing I want to think about before I die
is you