✴ If I etched every word and
every word frozen cold on your shoulder,
infiltrating our pining flesh,
peeling papermarks from every crevice—
✺ I’ll be right here.
❋ a dull imprint on the ground.
✸ An artifact,
or tangent.
✺ I can’t hate you…
❋ I can’t hate you…
✸ If you come again,
I will bathe in your lukewarm glow.