We Are Bulletproof | 2

never forget you [poem?]

   never forget you

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It is crop tops and lace hems that I can
see every time I close my eyes,
blinking for the image burned into the retinas,
ignoring the sight of the rutting contours
along your back at the door.

It is indigo crystals haphazardly pooled together,
staring into me from the walls,
from the corners of my mind,
lasers engineered into the bricks of my house.

It is gold string and black hair ties,
strands littering on the cupboard,
entwining around my fingers,
memories of hair coalescing on
beds and sheets and pillows.

It is bells in laughs and chimes in cries,
echoing off walls until they thoroughly commix,
ringing in the drums of my ears,
catching me when my thoughts are silent.

It is boat rides and leather seats,
the musk of your scent still prevailing in the car,
the entity so wholesome of you lingering in an
empty place I can't fill without.

It is your name and your name alone,
stentorian and profound in the twilight evening,
bruising as I fall part at the midnight moon,
resounding off sun and back to me
all these miles apart.

It is you;
untamable in the wild rejection of norms,
the behaviour of youth tied to reckless,
and it is you I see when I go blind with loneliness,
and it is you I will see last
before I close my eyes for the final time.

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