you asked…

as we molded ourselves to one another,
two bodies tucked into a pocket of
bunnied flannel,
you asked me, softer than the moonlight whispering through the drapes,
what makes me most happy,
as if your arms were not the answer,
as if you were not what I should say

your name so fluidly sung from my tongue,
and I felt your lips turn to smile against my cheek,
then you paused, just long enough for my chest to rise,
as your smile changed to some unfamiliar sadness, heavy against my shoulder,
and you asked, “what about when I’m gone?”

and I couldn’t force the air leave,
I couldn’t find the words,
I just clung to you, sinking even deeper,
melting myself into your skin,
as I caught a glimpse of fate’s possibility,
fearing if I spoke, my words would turn
to dust,
just as I imagined my heart would turn
to ash if I were here,
between the sheets

and you were gone

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