I Literally Cried About You Yesterday and It’s Been (7) Years

That night you slept on the floor next to me
We talked all night
Staring at the ceiling
Oh, what did we talk about?
What the hell did we talk about?

Couldn’t ask now.

In a field of dead neurons sleep
A thousand of these.
Grasping at the ashes.

The unbothered snow
Like a starry night inverted in the sun.
Like a dream.

I painted the sea swallowing the sun along her chest.