17. remember me before you go

wrap me in your arms til you can't
anymore, then I’ll wrap you in mine

sing me the wash of my reflection
that will breathe you back into me
when I lose your scent

as your final curtain closes
my tear stained cheeks roar for
encore, for any whispered epilogue
to the chorus I am spun from

grief is a thin skin drawing
the shape of a boundless love
so close to breaking open 
and re-wilding us all