one day, someone else can be your protagonist as long as i am mentioned
somewhere in your footnotes. what i mean is
try remembering me.
it might seem easier than breaths, than bike rides, right now
but you should know
i am a nothing— a sweet one. floating southwest toward your sun-swallowed equator
so that I can catch the rays of your smile, let them scintillate in my vision cast them into a black sky
and watch them become the stars. collect them all again
to fill my pillowcase
in the hopes that i will dream you more vividly tonight.
i feel sometimes like we must exist outside of time—
but how can you exist
outside of something that doesn’t exist? what i mean is
i want all of my seconds with you and some firsts,
and a footnote.