Your body a sanctuary, your skin holding me. But they were just moments of gold, trying to hold on. It wasn’t enough.
You wanted my skin, not what was underneath. But I believed you, when I felt us.
I was just a prized possession, but not one you wanted to keep. When you were with me, I was still out of reach, because you were out of reach. You felt what it was like to lose me. So you let go.
And I’m grateful.
You let me be your sky and then you left. And that’s ok.