That time
we spent
in the library
was filled
with
hushed whispers
tucked in
our own
world between
the depths
of books
and the
smell of
petrichor from
outside.
our own
laughter
and words
and stories.
your voice
and tales
and gleams.
they could
fill a
starless galaxy,
and now
I want to
watch you
fill a
whole
universe.
