From the moment I said goodbye I wanted to say hello
again to
you. That goes for last year and tomorrow too. Even though
tomorrow isn't promised. Even though promises are broken.
There's lists of
words that I have. And they all fit inside of my head. When I stare out the car
window, as the trees go by, and you take my hand, they fall around me, like leaves to the
ground.
One time, in one of
my many lives, I was the wind. And when I was the wind, you were the ocean. I
tore storms into you. But I relinquished the wind. I gave it up so I could have
this body. And you were still the ocean. I walked into you with saltwater tears
and apologies and they swam away from me. You were warm, and I could feel my
fingers thread through you like laughter and those moments of happiness that
always seem too good to be true.
You could sink me.
You might. But If anyone could claim me, it would be you. I would settle to the
bottom there, my lungs useless and dying. But I know that I would be settled
there, my tears, not a stranger to these saltwater depths.
There is a crisp
promise that I can make. One that won't be broken. One that wont be bent. One
that won't just fall away and crumble. One that just is.
It just exists. Like
the wind and the ocean. And it's here in these bodies that it lays, twisted
around this spine. In these veins. Written on my ribs. And in the palms of my
hands and sleeps in my ankles. No wound that I would ever endure will break it.
No death could ever claim it.
And it's that I love you.
And it's that I love you.
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