and so it begins

so many different kinds of days

what it is like to

fight with with the perfect person

to wait and see

just how the days turn out when

you just can’t

ask for anything more. One day

you’ll ask me,

why did you stick around, when

some days, it

felt like each was just harder than the

next. Maybe

it has always been because even

after each time

that I’ve seen you, from that first

day in that first kitchen,

to every day in a kitchen mine or

yours, that even in

my night sky, watching each twinkle

and the gaps between,

all the spaces sing your name, in the

silence and the noise.



And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same

after watching the sun rise over the horizon

of your cheekbone, how could I watch

the night fall over that face

and expect the stars to remain familiar.

Words that were written one year ago,

and I still so vividly remember

falling in love with you, and maybe I

remember it so well because

I do it over and over again, with every

sunrise and every dusk, even

in this winter when the night comes so

soon and you know I cant’t

stay awake in the dark, so thank you for

never letting me sleep alone.

from all the gaps between

all the planets, all the spaces

between fingers and between

universes, there is nothing

further apart than this moment

from the moment that came

before and maybe this is why I

miss you so much. Not because

you are far from me, no, I see

you over my shoulder in all the

quiet moments, I smell you on

the shirts of friends and on the

hands of my grandmother, but

because the moments after you

have suddenly burst back in to

life, a fireball of memory, the

cornucopia of a childhood,

adolescence and brief adult

life that I was so lucky to share

with you, the moments that

come after these remind me

that there is nothing further

away, nothing in this world, in

this life, than the moment once

it has passed.

one day you’ll wake up

and you’ll realize that

when you sleep, the two

of you breathe in time,

like tides of the ocean, he

is the moon that guides 

the sea and you are the

sun that governs his days

and nights, inhale for the 

sunrise in reds and yellows,

exhale for the dusk, purples 

and blues, he likes every 

shade of you, and will 

love every color to come. 


How long has it been

since arms have felt 

this much like home,

since hands on waists

spelt out so many words

with every morse code 

tap of finger tips, since

kisses on cheeks made 

so many promises in

so few days, I have my

fingers crossed for his 

promises of tomorrow. 


How can you be so heartbroken

over someone you never loved,

people you never lost, those who

you saw but never found. Words

on a page in cursive so poorly

written that no love can come from

them, with a form so contorted

that no kind word could be spoken

but the phrases pour like water

out a glass so full but still so empty,

paradoxical and naïve, the vaguest

emptiness, the promise of forever

in a day that couldn’t last.


the fact is that 

it was always you, you know.

who else could it ever
be? in this world of

blacks and whites my love you were

technicolor vibrancy,
you were and always

will be the moon when it rises 

and the stars when it