i wish i could remember every moment of
this life, she said,
as she pressed her palms into greener grass,
morning dew soaking into her faded jeans.

(please, she whispered into his hair,
i just want to be your everything)

but these pieces aren't complete, he pulled her
towards the other tree,
and they carved their initials jaggedly
into the trunk of the tree, well out of
heaven's reach.

it's beautiful, she thought, but i need
those
answers.
because she knew that at night,
sin and virtue become one, and they had
absolutely nothing.