There’s a secret I share with the stars.
I admit that you’re still buried in my heart.
A glutton for sin,
I still imagine
writing, “I Love You” on your skin.
Staring at the cosmos,
the memories of you still ebbs and flows.
I just need one more kiss
from those intoxicating lips
to get drunk off your love again when it happens.
A trickle of flashbacks together
last as long as a meteor shower.
When the moon begins to set,
I’ll try my best to forget
that I’m alone again.