Seeing you’re beautiful as always.
Looking at your blue=greenish eyes.
Finding your maps to your heart.
Listening to your beating heart. “There’s a life. Right there. In every inch of your heart. In every beat.”
Crawling to combing your hair.
Feeling grateful for the one who calms you whether ice cream or a notification from him.
Leaving because the death I held. Because the pieces of me are taken away.
Separated by the truth.
Wounded by the leaving.