Believe.

Believe.

Breathe.
My lungs fill with ease,
but the air’s not as sweet
as it once tasted,
when your hand and my hand
found each other
across a sea of blankets,
when our lips fought for purchase
on any patch of bared skin.
See.
My eyes are wide open,
but nothing’s as clear
as the stars above our heads were.
In a crowded place I could only see you,
when the Heaven’s erupted
and I grabbed you by the hand
and whispered “Isn’t it beautiful?” into your ear.
Believe.
I can still put trust in
everything I once did,
but it seems foolhardy & trite
without you lying by my side.
And still I believe,
in you,
in me.