you boarded that plane and in your luggage
you took a part of me with you
I'll weep
thinking of the constalations of your lips
to the tips of your fingers
if you were a melody
god used only the finest notes
and scribbled you in a felt ink pen -
only to be framed and admired for the years
to come

my body aches for you
you are the Mona Lisa of my soul
and the King of my moonlight
I wish you well

Please think of me when the sun rises