about awareness


days divide
-between your presence
and the lingering scent you leave
-between the air i
exhale and shared oxygen we breathe

and surviving
is still a priority
igniting
the want to need

stars align
making plans for
the day that we die
inbetween plans you
make while alive

but the rest is
spent on action
for the legacy
we have in mind

eyes eager
about awareness
lips wonder
where your lips went
your hips sink ships
with a shake and a twist
(the space between us
is where dreams exist)

but can this not be out of the question?

our plans converge
(in opposite directions)
"whats the science," he asked
"natural selection"

and so days divide
between days dividing
this space in time
that our paths are crossing
is like an opium dream
where dullness is serene
until days multiply
between now and goodbye