I want to write about you like I never did
It was never spoken about a person this way
Human was never codified in such manner
And do you know why?
Because there is no way –
No letters to combine,
To explain the depth of your imprints on my skin –
On my moments,
On my vision.
You are, my dear, one of many,
But only rare get written down.
So I read that a writer falls in love with you,
You will never die.
I am no writer
And my words come as they go –
Light and unnoticed.
But I still keep you alive
In my breathing memory.
And maybe you wish to die so we never cross paths
And I will let you be –
But don’t forget,
You might live for a second more
If I keep you alive within me.