you're going to miss me.
when the night is silent and you can't hear anything but the beatbeatbeating of your heart against your ribcage, you're going to remember me. you're going to remember how my voice dropped to smoke when i was tired. the way i hesitated before diving, trembling even as i grabbed your hand and pulled us over the edge. the way i blushed and bit my lip, the way i tried to filter what i was going to say but always ended up saying it regardless.
and when the moon whitewashes your walls, you're going to think of me. you're going to think of the way i stood in the middle of the highway watching you leave. the way i looked in the rearview mirror bathed in your taillights. the way i wasn't crying, just rocked on my heels with fists jammed in my pockets. the way i never begged but opened the front door, the way i knew love tasted best when seasoned without expectations.
and when the stars dance between your curtains, you're going to wish for me. you're going to wish for soft kisses blooming around teeth biting your lower lip. for nervous smiles trailing behind greedy hands. for mischievous eyes as i lead you into madness, into incoherent, bubbling insanity. you're going to wish for time-stopping, heart-racing freedom, for our hearts galloping against one another, for steamed windows and silver-lined laughter shaking the walls.
when comets burn out in the galaxy, you're going to miss me.
but i'm already going to be gone.