i wish i could dive
fingers into flesh
and feel the same warmth outside
that you make me feel inside.

one year later, and my heart still spins
when i see your face.

it was not enough,
but something about this time
was better.

you were not scared,
and we kissed on the fields,
and held hands for the world to see.

and for the first time,
you kissed me goodbye
and it didn’t feel like i was dying;
it felt like i was being born.