Running in circles. There’s no end or beginning.

I have tasted cold stars (and burned under your kiss)

I have seen fire pits of stars blazing in your eyes, felt them in the lining of your skin (and died in each one)

I have loved and hated you (and now I trace each scar with careful fingers)

And there’s only everything left in memory of you. Each piece of me.

(You are gone, but has never left)