poetry for the poetic: 5

LXXXI

those words you said, those feelings you made me feel, the way you left my thoughts, the language our body shared, the heart you tried to write into my story, the lips you used to taste defeat, the failure we created, the lifetime of poetry you've made my hands write, the way you counted those stars that weren't for us, the story between the sun and the moon–

did you mean any of it?