I can play your laugh on a piano
But it isn't black and white.
I can spell your name among the stars that are
A million miles away, even when your fingers
Are tangled in mine.
Maybe we will glimmer someday.
Maybe we will be etched in the sky
Secret constellations that skate
Between elsewhere and not-here.
Maybe we will look down upon the rolling hills
Hair dancing in the wind as the dirt ground
Flies up to our heights, our footsteps
Still carved into its skin.
Because we didn't fall in love.
We climbed it.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)