just breathe.

why hadn’t I
thought of it before?
this body,
remembering yours,
is the keepsake you left.
— izumi shikibu [untitled]

my reaction:
#POW
(in my professor’s words: exit wound
to be absorbed so deeply in another,
literally, giving yourself to them,
that once they leave
your own self
serves as a constant reminder of the seperate person.

how devestatingly beautiful and (un)contrive [depending on the person’s feelings.