Your smile like the ocean

So soft and so deep

Is a song

Of all the things

That I have been

And all the scenes

I’d watch again.

I’d save our reel

Till I’m asleep

I’d play our movie

For all my dreams

Till my pages are mere paragraphs

Sentences,

Mere fragments of what they once were.

Letters cast like dice in a hollow chest

Rattle off ribs

Stripped clean of anything to keep warm

Fresh ink staining the underside

Imprinting our story

For generations to read hereafter.

I’ll gather up the bones

And wrap them around us again

So we can see what we have built

Within these beating hearts

We call each other’s own.