I want to leave tracks in your space,
Socks on your floor,
Hairs on your pillow,
Words in your ear.
A dip in your bed,
A print on your arm,
The impression of an impression
In the thick of your heart.
I want to be yours till we’re not
Till the earth turns to dust,
And dust turns to stardust,
To planets,
To us.
Toby Hemker - Poetry 