Some folks are happier not being saved.
Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.
His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.
Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.
But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.
I carry thoughts of you like my own personal constellation. How far away you are, my dearest friend, but no farther than those fixed stars in my soul.