When I first felt your fingers tug at my heartstrings,

They wrote a song from my feelings,

Each wordless melody a brimming wellspring,

Of all the things neither of us imagined speaking.


Soft-spoken words to lull you to sleep,

Gentle kisses to remember in your dreams,

Warm hands to hold you in nightmares,

And a promise for when I am not there.


Even when my bones into dust disappear,

And my hairlines bird's nests in winter,

No matter how far my atoms/being may scatter,

You have my heart/stories to hold onto forever.