These moments with you are a kind of rebirth.
We lay under apricot trees, while
I can feel your smile pulling my chest inside out.
Sometimes I feel like I'm attaching beauty to abstact things, like
we weren't made for each other
(and we know it).
but I'm forcing it all because I can recognize god once you look at me.
It's some sort of flash back or past life memory.
I've missed you and I miss you.
I've loved you or I love you.
This is the first and last time,
so kiss me again.
