i. i am clay in your palms;
twist me, bend me, shape me, break me.
i am whatever you want me to be.

ii. the grass twinkled in morning dew in the early morning light;
they looked like miniscule fairy lights woven between each green root,
lit up and set afire.
it's so beautiful,
but it reminds me of your eyes.
i wish you were here.

iii. the sun is just the moon in the day.
i have spent countless hours dancing in the daytime moon,
freckling my shoulders and face
until my cheeks glittered like the galaxies.
the smallest freckle that aligns with my middle eyelash
is the planet i think you left for.
my planet is one on the opposite side of my face.

iv. sometimes i still can hear the windchimes that hung from your porch.
it was so sweet and pure,
and i could almost see the fragile notes float away in the sugar-spun air.
it made me think of how melodic your voice, your face, your very essence was.
summer was always our time.

v. you breathed like a coastal wind;
light, whispery, and slightly salty.
you were the ocean.
sea glass matched your eyes,
the sands matched your hair.

vi. i miss you.
i wish you missed me.
i'd say love it or leave it,
but i already know which one you've chosen.