i've never heard a laugh
                              such as yours before,
                              dangling like a star
                              brightly burning at my fingertips,
                              holding a wish long forgotten
                              but still deeply longed for;
                              piercing the air so sharply,
                              yet so warmly,
                              like a flame being struck
                              against the night,
                              and somehow that gasping of air,
                              that taste of unbridled unity
                              settling against our lungs
                              as we laugh together,
                              is something i'll always miss,
                              even when i'm still living
                              in this perfect harmony 
                              of a dissonant, hiccuping melody,
                              a mashed up medley of jokes swept aside
                              to make room to giggle and double over—
                              this moment i'm living, i will miss,
                              because laughing never lasts,
                              always halting a second too short,
                              lingering only in the flush of our cheeks
                              and the warmth of our hands
                              brushing against each others;
                              your charcoal-smeared fingertips
                              fumbling with my seeking, searching ones
                              that have finally stopped wandering
                              and now rest delicately intertwined 
                              with the hands of you,
                              an artist,
                              who knows the masterpiece
                              within herself
                              as well as she knows
                              the nub of her pencil,
                              or the lilt of my laugh,
                              yet an artist's heart loves
                              to jump
                              from piece to piece,
                              painting to mural to sketch,
                              and i just hope
                              i'll always be unfinished,
                              incomplete,
                              i'll always have cracks
                              for you to fill in with
                              a mourning violet hue,
                              or a mystic, burning blue,
                              so that i'll always be
                              your work
                              unfinished
                              and
                              evolving,
                              something that always needs
                              some laughter
                              and if you can spare it—
                              some loving
                              
                              {UNEDITED}
                              i- well, this was longer than expected. it is more ramblings and choppy thoughts than a poem haha. but hope you enjoy<3
                              
                              happy friday everyone! have fun this weekend:))
                              
                              love you, as always,
                              mari
                              
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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