Illustration by JC Leyendecker

There was a glimpse

I’m sure there was a whisper

But after all this time, it’s somehow strange

To confess that I remember

Yet I do

All those ignitions in your eyes

The yellow beneath the grey

The sound your body spread

The echo of your silence

I do remember

Butterfly wings and taste of grape

Those were the promises your lips made

No kiss was ever carved like yours

Just swords, words not yet faded away

Still