thought about you.
saw the old note that read a very descriptive promise.
“how it’s bliss to be captive in your arms. I never want to break away”
My face melts in my hands. my hands are fire gauntlets
with swelling emptiness.
“In certain spaces, love will set prime joy. in outer spaces, there’s no one but you”
thoughts about you.
So brave my heart to read such terror happiness.
What polished memories rise when grasping those letters.
This space, so small that I occupy.
So long since i’ve been seen with love.
I anticipated something to come after my absence of heart.
I wonder who occupies your love.