And you, who knows me better than all, a touch is all it takes.
Our communion has been treasure enough, but oh, to have this promise.
“But how, with all this light?”
“Can’t you see the constellations?”
Their eyes like our eyes, darling.
He’s not the only one who waits for you.
Another season gone by. The crown you said you didn’t crave keeps you from us here.
Words are fleeting, love. What’s left are memories.