I will not stop because
you have stopped

I will look out of windows
and smile at faint traces
of snow

I will lick the sugar from
my coffee spoon

just like I lick the sugar
from your lips

I will watch waves crash
against rocks

feels waves wash against
my bones

I will read all the books in our library, twice, and stick post
it notes to mark the pages

because you never let me
keep place

keep pace with myself

I will **** the juice out
of an orange and let it
dribble down my chin

and stick there

I will not die inside
like you have
died

I will be childish and brave

curious and compassionate

I will do the things you
say I am too old
to do

and I will smile
reckless and
young at heart

as I slip between
the sheets

old age and cynicism
so close to brushing
my skin

as I try to avoid
touching you