i was
naive to how much it hurts when heavy things land on your heart.
and how long they leave a mark.

i think of you often. not about the situations. not about the mistakes i made, or the things i wish i could but can never change.

i think about your laugh, the sound of your voice. your irrational fears.

i imagine how you look now. the light behind you, falling soft around your face. your hair shining like dust in sunbeams.