If memory was weaponry
then mine are the sharpest swords
I fell in love with the sky that day,
its plumes of darkness and swirls of gray,
the atmosphere took its shape around us,
And I carry it with me, that feeling.
I know you don’t remember it like I do.
Each detail is a ghost,
haunts everything I see and own.
Possesses my will and thoughts
Until I break.
I have come to accept loneliness,
as I have come to accept my transience.
On this earth and in your heart.