There was always a sadness in your smile

Briefness in every breath you took

You were shamelessly mortal

When everyone searched for immortality

I do not know why this makes me sad

But it is almost as if

You’ve given up

your lips feel like

magic

in the heat by the trees

with every goodbye

miles and years later,

under the rain,

  intoxicated

in a dark crowded room

it still feels like

magic

it’s the type of magic

you keep wanting to witness

a spark you keep wanting to feel

no matter how fictitious it may be

or how much

it burns

even after you’re gone