you were the freckles i scraped
from my bare shoulders,
the rope that hung from the ceiling.
you were every season
and all the nonexistent ones,
the moments of fear and longing.
you were the cities i have never been to,
the light spilling through the windows.
the sound of shattered glass,
the moon,
the eclipse.
you were the hole that opened up under my skin
when everyone else was afraid to fill it in.