2/15/Forever

Someday there’ll be holes in these walls

Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks 

And the little squares of wall they used to take up 

Will crumble and rot.

It’ll get darker than it’s ever been outside

And just like candle wicks 

Our light will get too bright for our own bodies.

But after we sink down into the wax that we melted,

And our hollow bodies, ravaged by bright morning and birdsong-

They’ll dissolve.

Long after the wax dries,

That’s where we’ll stay.

And new walls will come up around our ashen bodies.