Before I knew anything about you
I knew that compared to the length of anything
The time we would have would be
A passing thought
A single hair
A dust mite suspended in light.
In our last hours
I traced the curve of your spine
The barest nothing of your leg
And under the thin veil of skin
I could just feel your heart.
Your breaths, slow
Your eyes, blink
And I am towering over and above you —
I am the world and you are
A stone.
And for all the might of a god
I am struck by the significance of
What would be a tiny drop of blood
Pumping through a pea,
Your heart
That I loved more
And miss more
Than a hundred like it.
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