Everything you do effects me.
You are the butterfly
to my causality.

Your eyelids open up
universes.

Your horizons are
my periphery.

Your voice , in synapse
a chorus of spheres.

The sub-atomic thought moments
that make you
feel alive.

Now inserted
and intertwined
in-between mine.

You are blindingly beautiful
as you explode in time.

I am a
man-shaped
shadow of ash
left behind.