this day is as new as the bud of you,
easing into reluctant half-bloom.
the thought that I could hold is you is a memory now,
stained red and faded from years that passed
without daring to breathe your name.
I dare, today.
in cramped quarters,
with trembling, remembering fingers,
I fold a paper flower of my memories,
and light a tiny flame that will burn until the earnest morning.
you never drew breath outside,
but inside, you were the collision of bone dust and star fire.
your pulse never whispered outside,
but inside, you were the fast approaching dawn.
your name was the space between heart beats.
your name was the resting place of souls.
your name was mine, and my name was yours,
and together, for a moment, we danced in the place where dreams are born.
together, for a moment, we lived.