love letter #2

Argentum

I would not give you the moon if I could. 

It's too beautiful, isn't it? 

Like you were when you would 

Look down, 

A goddess, my Nemesis, 

Sharpen your words, 

Dull my sword. 

Now I yield. You do not 

Rest on my tongue, nor in my rib

But I bear your Sun

I, argentum, second to one.

So cast your gaze not 

To the sky, 

Not to the spark or the solemn goodbye

But to the sigh, and — as time passes by —

To how you remain in my eye.