in my mind
there is still warm sun
not from today
or this year
but from years ago
another lifetime
i can still remember
the cool tip of your nose
pressing against my cheek
followed by warm breath
and then a kiss
this is how it happened
illness has left me empty
all this has broken
and scarred
and worn so thin
all that i was
I am now
down to a single thread
but in lunacy
i’ll still hold
this one event
the cool tip of your nose
pressing against my cheek
followed by warm breath
and then a kiss
all of this
will drive me mad
i am ok with this
i have made peace
with losing everything
but not the memory
of warm sun
and a cold nose against
my cheek
not of forgetting warm breath
that spoke a language
without words
and of a kiss
that didn’t leave
with everything else