This is the place where i’ll leave these words,
not in the open space between us
where i am always alone,
or against your cheekbone
where i have imagined your skin,
warm and corporeal against my mouth,
This is where i leave it all.

And this is where i’ve laid line upon line,
like the heat from your chest
where i’d set my hands,
writing pages of language i’ll never send,
of all you were the night before,
of how we dreamed of sleep yet dreaming still,
This is where i leave it all.

And you’ll have become starlight before i forget,
the curve of your shoulders,
how i’d rest my head,
with the balance of all i’ve never said
soft and honest, though deep like bone,
but this is where this begins and ends,
This is where i leave it all.