a love letter that will never be sent

I felt you in the center of my light. You were neurons at the tip of my tongue, electricity crawling beneath epidermis. I felt you everyday. I still do. Lightning you are jolting through rubble, filth, all we’ve amounted to. You’re the dust of rain clouds that rebuilds my soil. Stardust. When I’m ravaged, dying in the arms of loveless men I think of who you once were.