To Kristofer

The wind slithered through my skin The ambient lights darker up top My heartbeat pumping heat through your lungs I’m shrieking, butterflies in chaos It's 11 pm, cold mountains, city lights We were above all, like how we should be Conversations went from silly to earnest Two inches closer, my yearning’s replete While we’re playing the present My mind ponders the future No kidding, we are it I live without blueprint, you came in an imprint My love, my promise may be inkless My pledge may not come in certificate Assurances could be vague Please don’t doubt, living is pointless if it’s you without. These episodes of allure around us may fade But what we have, who we were, how we will be Is visceral to the grave where I’ll lay with glee Come what may, you and I will know no eerie. For now, hold my hand and drive down steep Feel the shivering breeze or taste my warmth Hell may let go, but not I My love is compelling, repulsing you the goodbye.