An Elegy for the Beautiful

Sunray’s curled up like spiral staircases 
and your hair
Natural, morning light
I want to remember you like that
God, how you were beautiful back then

Pillows of clouds bellowing between your lips
Falling asleep to the spontaneous light of your TV
And music, I miss the way you make songs sound
And air feel
Free

We parted full trees with fingertips alone 
Mischievous innocence 
Yet took everything as slow as how your eyes are walking out of my memory
How I wish I could see you like that again

I just don't want to remember you this way
With your brain cells in dust particles and dead stars
The branches extend their arms with their dream catcher like tendencies
Tangling your thousands of elegies,
Written for your thousands of secret deaths

What is left of you?

That keeps you able to hug so tight
Holding on to butterfly wings that you birthed
Hoping for them to take you to the angels