In love, Whispers of you waltz in my sky Mental dances of eternal stains of you imbued in my mind Sometimes I’ll swing with you I think I’m okay with that To memory, On earth the veils are closing But curtains are sheer even if they’re made of a decade of rock Glimpses of you shine through the cracks Forcing me to breathe you in when I see your light I grieved. In love, To memory. Synesthesia shapes and colors inspired by Lorde, “what was that”.