If the Past Was Never

Lately, a kiss is a long lost wish. We've both forgotten how to care. So just in case you never remember, I will tattoo "love" behind your eyelids so you will see it when you sleep and forget the ghosts that became us. I should sneak into your darkest crevices and replace the webs with words. Forget the complicated cursive strokes. I will rewrite us in Braille, in rounded words that were meant to feel. I will reconstruct us in the language of the Hopi, the way we spoke when the past was never, and love was all we could ever see.