consider.

can you hear them sing?

There are stories carved into my palms. In the webbing between my fingers, over my knuckles and tucked into my nails, things that read,

Remember?

the scent of the sea. nails digging into the skin of your wrists and unrestrained, bright laughter as the waves threaten to rip you apart

Remember?

soft pillows, pulling out the feathers that stick through the fabric and blowing them towards the open window

dreaming the moment they enter the world they'll puff into birds and be more than what they were

Remember?

deep greens and sunlight, soil that's wet under your feet, that dries on your ankles

Do you remember love as I do? Do you feel it laced through your veins, humming as the earth does,

Do you still kiss the stars goodnight?

Can you hear them sing?