The roads we never touch
The nothings we hold
The whispers we let go
The smoke and fog we forgot to flame
The music we forgot to make
The pieces of Heaven we let slip out of our pockets.
The color we never pushed against the canvas.
The heart we keep and forget it has ever chipped a corner.
We’re everything the light creeps under.
Beneath a moon that never forgot our names.
Crescent shaped hearts after all the lovers.
Heart shaped like the moon.
The Curtains we forget to close.
The smiles we left behind.