i think about you
in fragmented pieces with
sharp jagged edges.

he walks through colors
setting off stars on the skyline;
whistling with the wind

hellos can sometimes
mark the end of a chapter
you forgot to close

take up arms elsewhere;
i’m no longer bulletproof,
just hardened and bruised.

my eyes held onto
the water my stubbornness
refused to absorb.

underneath the stars
there is you and there is me
and there are oceans.