Your face fades in and out like a reflection in a foggy mirror. Hints of pink within the grey, ever expanding, blooming puffs growing more magenta and deep neon red. Warm and twisted into two tender sprigs emerging, gentle and fresh. Looking through a kaleidoscope where every fragment is a year in a place where you or I were, I stumble into the past and know you all over again. Weird, jagged ruptures and cracks in the earth, splitting under our feet just so. Discovering these tiny pieces of you and putting them into my pockets like lucky coins to make wishes upon. I press myself into you as though I were a wilted flower, sandwiched within your layers, preserved.
