How do you fit a lifetime into five minutes?
How do you fit a whole heart into ten?
What if this is all we ever have?
How do I show you, you’re everything?
When there is no time, but time that’s not enough
to count all the stars that have existed
and a day is a minute, an hour a second
reincarnation spent in the pool of your eyes
the oval of your reflection, the arbor of your arms
wouldn’t sate my need to be
sewn into your being to hear the chime of your blood
it’s been said love is madness
by poets and musicians
who die as they seek to feel
an ounce of what I touch with you
electric; in a way that hurts beautiful
separates me from other people
except you, except you
even if you are not by my side
I am walking with your heart
burnt soles on empty beaches
loneliness is proof of devotion
the young girl who knew, before she had words
that you would always be her everything
mon ciel étoilé
whether it’s an hour, a day, a year
a life without you, is not