What Love Costs

The worth of me torn in two—

one in memory of us on repeat,

and what remains moving toward

the dark void that waits.

So let us seize each other now—

bodies pressed warm and close,

before the air thins,

before the room empties of us.

Holding onto you,

locked on your eyes,

fending off the dark

until the last breath—

all of it to have you.