the fire, the burn that won't heal
the rain pouring down so hard it stings
the weight of a mistake that felt right in the moment
the first time we touched
the last time you saw me cry
the one thing you want but can't keep
the summer that never ends.

the reason to write again
the reminder that every single thing
that you had never intended
will fall in your lap and cling to you
until you tremble for days and start losing sleep.

how blind you are in the beginning,
how much you wish, and want, and ache for their hands.