Sacred.

And it's unfortunate, I'll grovel

'til the end, grab the edges of

our sheets and cover myself with

the last cold corner of my dreams —

pretenses never kept us warm.

My dear, if only we knew how to

shine, we are very much aware of

our chemistry letting us down but,

cold-blooded, we did learn how

to hide in plain sight.

So if there's only moments to

burn in the dark, I'll hold them

close to my heart, each memory to

keep me going, placed as sacred

beside each star in the sky.

Those silences of being ourselves,

filled by ruminating about existence,

humanity's good and bad, I could stay

forever still, safe within an endless

dream, waking up still being a child.