There are moments you just have no words for.
Beginnings and ends.
I’ll never know how to describe those first nights—
speechless, taking my breath away.
It felt like a warm breath in the cold,
spending the moonlight to trace your fingertips
like an ice skater on my back.
I spent so much time with my back to you.
In the end, it all turned into the Dead Sea—
while he stood ashore watching it all wash away.
He was a tall glass of water
with the saltiest sea in town.
My heart was a gun with no bullets,
but he always kept his finger on the trigger.
And without a word it was over.
A silent finale.
“I think we’re all afraid we’ll forget.”
I sing this opera
so that we won’t forget the good parts,
and the reason we got there in the first place.
I’ll choke through the words
so that I won’t forget tracing the constellations on your back.
So that we won’t forget it all meant something
from beginning to end.