Let's coil up and discard together the weight of all yesterdays borne for all tomorrows. Drop every last thread of every last worry to the ground and let soft fingertips be the only blankets on each other's backs. Our tattered pieces, they rattle, and the melody it creates is what has always flown ever so lighly in the air of this room. The lights have always known when to dim and let mists of our breaths be the only proof of life. This way my respirations rise and fall on your neck and this way your lungs hold my scent in. Fingers braided together as we sit up all night wordless. These stars, carelessly spotted on this coal sky, are proof of the many infinities we have always wanted to freeze in time.