TWO

I've witnessed the most in everything through you. The brightest day and the darkest night, the loudest silence and the weakest vainglory.

Your love speaks in a gentle rumbling thunder, piercing swiftly in every season, like a graceful bloom of a rose and its thorns. My love understands the language ever so ardently, it screams your name amongst the glimmering stars, rummages through the shrieking flame, yearning only for you.

And if grief slashes through, forcing my love to the edge of farewell, no matter how long forever this body thrives to dwell in, my love is a deadbolt only you can crack open.

Because my love has found its end.

My love, it ends with you.