A pain somewhere between my ribs
As I begin to realize that I am not alone
But the flesh dressing your
Beautiful, beautiful bones
Will one day also cease to grant your life its motion.
And I feel sickened —
Deep within, to contemplate the state of Earth
Without you on it.
Shallow breath tries to fill my lungs
As I imagine your soft skin in its clothes,
Out of its clothes,
Pressed against my body,
Being held and holding.
Oh, your lips!
And I love your skeleton just as much as every other part
You claim as your own.
But bones alone will never be
Enough for me.
What of us?
You, me — the totality of our flesh and bones,
All of our passion,
And every last kiss.
What then, my love?
And my greatest anxiety thus takes form —
Where will we be when neither exists?
Will I still remember?