nice things

sun for the first time since you left. making friends of strangers using strings of lyrics out of sense. laughing in a borrowed language. being held by friends who want to understand. we cook together and watch scary movies. the cat on my lap. taking the tram in the dark. your favourite song in the shower. I wash my face and boil the kettle. melting chocolate. remembering the weight of your body on mine. when we would glow and open for each other. your breath and my name when you claimed it. the thought of dying in your eyes. still reaching in my sleep. an openness that closes. a freedom to care without limit. the sting of moisturised tears.