We always forget the answer
when the question falls apart,
but maybe there's a history
between all these pages
that we'll cling to
like black words on a red heart.
and we never
no, we never
forget the love
as it winds its way into our fingers
spreading out like wings behind us
spreading out like trails of dust
and sinking into the world.

but the truth is there has to be
an arm to cradle the kisses,
a bed to soften our bodies
and a mind to remember
what it is that we've forgotten
like how many clouds the sky can hold
and how many stars we've actually reached
and the color of your eyes, like crystal,
staring through my own.

there's a lot you don't know,
but maybe i can tell you what i do.
like i love you
and i miss you
and i need your lips on my skin
and more than anything else,
that i need you to cross paths with me again.