My mouth burns with the idea that I’ll never find another love like the one I had with you. How do I open the garden of my bones when you’ve burnt it all to the ground and I’m good at remembering hurt. You saw the hollow parts I keep hidden and made them full. You kept sunlight in the dark places of my soul. What if I never get that again. What if this was my only chance. What if after knowing perfection I’m given loneliness in the end.