The inside of your mouth is like music-
a song that I knew once by heart.
Your name wrapped itself round the back of my tongue,
and it sits there, so heavy and dark.
The blacks of your eyes are like moonbeams-
so wash me in light from your gaze,
Hide me in stars, constellations of dust,
your darkness illuminates days.
The words that you write are like magic,
cantations to keep loss at bay,
so mutter them, darling, quote under your breath,
and I promise to find you some day.
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