Sometimes

I feel as if I can live forever

Currents ruffling the hairs on my skin littered with mounds

Waves swelling through my dilated pores pumping infinitely

Breaths fogging the air with heavy nimbus weighed with purpose

Somedays,

I feel as if I can love forever

Thinking of the murals we painted together against the sky

Smoothing our photographs of nights spent grazing each other

Hand in hand with our hairs tangled and fingers interlocked

But someday,

I know that we will etiolate

Smudged footnotes to be discarded undeciphered and overlooked

Faint indents of each other novas that blister our shades away

Sometimes,

I feel as if I will die very soon

Weary muscles trembling at the thought of travel

Brain shakily exhaling at notions of days spent awake

Coda--this is my story and it is ours

Finis--adieu.