I can tin-plate my skin and heart against your impact, but always the cracks appear. Always, this slow shattering when the moon is full, or the sun is blinding.

It happens when I close my eyes. Or when I open them under water, or when I stand in the earliest morning, all surface and rain and disappearing.

All of the forgetting, and weights falling. As I dive back into the void.

(Loving you so often feels like letting go)

 ~ Kobi Yamada