Sometimes
I feel as if I can live forever
Currents ruffling the hairs on my skin littered with mounds
Waves swelling through my dilated pores pumping infinitely
Breaths fogging the air with heavy nimbus weighed with purpose
Somedays,
I feel as if I can love forever
Thinking of the murals we painted together against the sky
Smoothing our photographs of nights spent grazing each other
Hand in hand with our hairs tangled and fingers interlocked
But someday,
I know that we will etiolate
Smudged footnotes to be discarded undeciphered and overlooked
Faint indents of each other novas that blister our shades away
Sometimes,
I feel as if I will die very soon
Weary muscles trembling at the thought of travel
Brain shakily exhaling at notions of days spent awake
Coda--this is my story and it is ours
Finis--adieu.