As my breath faltered, I dreamed of your lips.
“My lips,
my lips.”
A whisper against mine.
How I longed to kiss the earth you tread upon, to trace your perfection beneath my fingertips, to worship you.
“Worship me,
worship me.”
When I awoke in this next life, my reverence for you had faded with my body.
But, oh, my love,
I still mourn for you.
“For me,
for me.”
Staring at the water’s reflection you are dying as I did,
Consumed with nothing but thoughts of you.
“Of me,
of me.”
If only your love for yourself had been for me.
“For me,
for me.”
My love was eternal,
Unlike your beauty...
“My beauty,
my beauty.”
...which is drifting away with the currents of the stream.
About the Author: Zoe is a sophomore at Bryn Mawr College pursuing a major in International Studies and a minor in Chinese. In her free time she likes to read classics and eat spicy food.
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