i saw you first;
you pulled me away
from shells and souvenirs
the stories of ages past
when i was young and
didnt know my own name
drag my visage from the sea
and record observances
in notebooks scattered like
craters on your desk, the hard-won
prize of a scholar
im warm
and its your fault;
your blaze is an inferno
and i cannot miss how you
wish i could
when you're gone
i can breathe
its complicated
and will remain
for quite some time
