on the day you die,
the sky will cry,
and i will too,
if i don't leave before you.
on the day you die,
i will lose a fragment of my heart.
a piece that will affect how i live and breathe.
on the day you die,
my smile will leave.
on the day you die,
my eyes will no longer be lively and wide,
but rather constantly gazing into space.
on the day you die,
my words will die with you.
YOU ARE READING
creating constellations
Poetryan abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16
