Should I be standing next to you?

On sands so soft we melt back into each other’s hearts.

Sinking back into the waves so cold, our bodies keep us warm.

All the blood that I bleed beneath your feet sinks no more, but floats up until it burns bright like the stars behind you eyes.

There I find an illuminating a fork in our road, we both decide to spoon.

Keeping our cold bodies warm we write down how we fell, letters we know will fade.

We try to do it right. Sleeping in your bed, I ll never get out. Even when I know I could piss the sheets. We laugh and cry, washing the sheets outside, especially when different parts of me, I know will die.

Now I fear for the future, not my own.

That the earth will have no more sand to keep cold bodies warm.

That oceans will rise so high there will be no sky, no mountains, just all sea foam, with nothing inside.

It will not matter the letters we write and will let degrade.

The sun will grow and swallow us whole, taking with us everything we all love and hold.

Just like the letters we forgot to write, and will never fade