Sunlight on your skin,

I can hear the cracks

it makes when it burns.

I wonder if that’s how

I sound like when you touch me.

You’re like a dark chalkboard

On the first day of school.

I want to write my name on it

with a  timeless chalk.

So that my words

will forever be with you.

Even after I’m gone.

Even when I leave.

You’ll read me.