08/12/17
Published in
1 min readSep 26, 2017
in that photo Courtney took of us laying in the grass
like those skeletons in Valdaro, i see a light-leak like delicate angel wings
like a pair of doves
like a soul aching to put its broken halves together at last
and i wonder
how many times i have been buried with you
arms wrapped tight like our red-string destiny
yearning to get closer, closer, closer
