I wanted to love you so badly
And I did
When your fingertips first met mine I knew of the novels we would write of the next 60 years worth of adventures
I was 15, wanted someone to open me up rather than fold me up into the pocket sized person I wasn’t
I was 15 and wanted to see what death actually felt like
You were 16 and didn’t yet have the vocabulary of your pain
Hints of you still hide under my skin
They made a home of my ribcage
You were still beautiful the last time I saw you
My heart splintered remembering you no longer adventured by my side
One day, where there is no more pain
We will drift back to love one another again