i loved her all the way from 
                whiteface to gore to stewart
                and back again.

                it wasn’t love behind a 
                computer screen but
                passion that wrote
                itself across the sky
                and right over my
                heart.

                we fell for words instead 
                of faces
                promises instead
                of kisses:
                burning stars
                that never
                got around
                to touching 
                ground zero.

                three hours wasn’t
                fate. it was a nightmare.

                but it was ours,
                and we lived it
                through every
                night.

                until we were 
                beyond
                saving.

                she was 
                a girl that 
                wrote beautiful
                poetry and decided
                to share it with
                the world (with me)
                and i found her words
                beneath constellations
                on campfire nights.

                i remember the 
                time (8:43 PM) 
                she sent me a
                message to 
                mention how
                 my futile
                attempts at
                literature 
                were lovely
                beyond 
                comprehension

                and before the 
                stars had gone 
                back to rest
                my skype
                was in her
                hands 
                and
                so was
                i.

i still have it saved, after all this time.
(i saved you, sunshine).

        hello.

        you don’t know me and i don’t know you, but i
        just thought you should know that I’ve never 
        seen anyone throw words together like you do.

        anyways.

        see you around <3
        molly
 

your messages 
were never 
fit for paper.
i couldn't 
let you 
fade.