The time we spent is the time now gone
Thankfully
It was in my dreams you decided to stay

I gave myself to the moon
To be closer to the sun

Your face is a map of all the places you've been
The times that you've spent and the things that you've seen
Heavily they weigh, etching creases in your skin
I want to trace them to your heart and find a way in

People often speak of life
in terms of value,
whether something was "worth it,"
as if the world were made of numbers
to add and subtract and multiply.

You must have left me in the negatives.

I want to breathe your flowers
Speak silently for hours
Held tight in your embrace
Your intoxicating grace