NIRVANA

and i did not realise the hairline cracks on your fragile heart; chose to ignore the tremors in your shoulder blades, aching to cave in.

i am sorry that the world could not keep you safe.

as you leave this place for the next, i hope that your journey will be a gentle one, one where you can stop and adore your surroundings for the very first time.

when you arrive at your destination, i hope that the old plaster spread across your face will soften and crumble away, and your lips will curve softly into a bright crescent moon—

without resistance,
without pain.