My collage of life

Who were you
before you were mine?

Even the flowers
scream at the moonlight,
and I'm flying through the night
just to feel alive,
racing dangerously onwards
letting the daggers of cold
press into my flesh
just to feel,
just to relish being.

If you only ever came in last,
know this;

In my letters, you are the salutation
and the body
and the closing binds you to me.

The only p.s. would be just to tell you
I loved you,
one last time.

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This is an edited version of my collection of things people have said, combined with things I might have said, or felt, or done, or thought. If there are places where people have cast you into shadow, I'll pull you into the light, and farther into my heart. If you weren't mentioned somewhere else once, I'll mention you a thousand times in a breath. If you never have another place to be, you'll always have a place with me.