See u in september

You had a little spiral on the back of your neck 

And I remember how my fingers brushed it ever so slightly. 

I wish I had pulled you into me so hard our bodies melded together like blown glass. So violent we would feel the heat on our fingertips and on the ends of our lashes. 

Ghost footprints in the snow go unnoticed, fingers interlace for two seconds before clipping into each other like black clouds of smoke. 

Tears barely fell, and so did you. 

I couldn’t prepare myself before the ground beneath me inevitably cracked and crumbled like dry-frozen mud, plunging me into a world of pitch black darkness so blindingly bright I can only see your face in it. 

Now, I scan every crowd for your cyanide eyes, even under overcast skies and starless twilights.

So I’ll see you soon, maybe, in a night that isn’t so bright — maybe then I’ll kiss you with no one around, just like we had planned from the start.