#83

I want to paint you in the back of my mind,
blooming one atom at a time.
I'll be watching you form yourself slowly,
waiting to finally see you alive.

I want to sculpt you in the back of my head
with the slices of my heart that I have reserved for you.
Then we could watch together the stars of my eyes explode,

and I would tell you the stories of my past supernovas.

We could leave some words unsaid
so we can get back to them later
and see each other again.
I am already thinking what will I wear.

My friend, I yearn for your voice,
for your company and your secrets.
It has been a while since you came to the garden,
and I can't wait to see your existance.

My friend, please, come near.
You have been everything I needed again to hear.
You have been everything I needed to heal.