I had given you a violet scarf—
sewn from the fabric of time—
that you would wrap around your neck
on every beautiful night.
Whilst under the stars,
in the evening’s fluorescent sky,
we’d sit in the candlelight,
wishing upon every single star—
hoping that not too far,
the sea would say hello,
and the moon would say goodnight.
And I will chase all the fish in the sea
until I catch you, and only you.
And I will hand you a glass jar,
and tell you to catch me a firefly
that will burn as brightly
as the glowing stars in your eyes—
which has forced my heart to beat,
thread by thread,
as the scarf becomes complete.
And I will see you in the afterlife—
because that is where all the angels go.
And I just know
that you are one of them...