Sun-streaked,
Bleach-blonde,
Curly, hair.
That’s mine.
Deep brown,
Silky soft.
Tousled beneath
My fingertips.
That’s his.
When we
Lay like this,
We are one.
One with the
Moon and the
Stars, and
One with
Each other.
My eyes on
His, His on
Mine. I love Him.
I truly really do.
I wish the time
We have wasn’t
Over, for there’s
Only a little bit of
Time left.
I want the taste of
His skin to linger
In the air, even after
He has gone.
I want him with me
All the time, because
He lights up my world.
He makes me smile
When I’m sad.
He kisses my scars
From self-harm and
Promises to always
Be there.
I want him there.
For me.
I need someone
In my corner, to
Fight with me.
To snuggle me
When I cry,
To blast the music
While we sing to
Nirvana.
I want him to
Be with me,
Even when I
Tell him,
“I have cancer.”

I love you, D.M.M.