secondember

What's left of me now- except this simulacrum Because, there is no me anymore not without you- I've forgotten the rest what life was before,  and what it could be,  I don't recognise my name anymore when it's not next to yours this simulacrum- I don't know what I am; not without you

In your grace; like alchemy, how suffering sublimates  into joy by your hands your smile, how it engulfs my soul and the shine of your eyes how the night glows and your finger tips that touch the sky, and pull it into your palms, the cloak of dawn that rests on your shoulders  every time your laugh pulls me from this world, and into your grace