I want to commemorate June and flag it like history.
June was where I survived things. Where i loved things and where it killed me.
I have marked June (or Has June marked me?)
I’ll always remember June like a sting
like the way the specks of Wisteria pinched my skin when I watched you go,
or the way i sank my head in bathwater to strip off your scent
or how i poured ocean of moonlight to blanket your trace of luminescence
I will remember June verbatim: the way you told me you couldn’t walk far even though i have given you all the limbs in the world.
June. Now reaching the end, again.
