Some Ink Never Fades

You reached across the expanse
to guide me into the flame.
The sun set on our chastity
long ago; the moon, now cradled by a cloud
filled sky, shines bright on the skeletons
of our past. My skin is dense, but
knowing you are near, I feel the breeze
run it's chilled fingers across my cheeks.
During a past life I exhaled you into the rapture
of these crashing waves—I still remember
the pattern the ink made as it left the
pages of your letters when I drown them.
I meant to warn you: the air here is saturated
with poison. Please take enough good with you
so you can breathe again.  Please don't forget
to look up and admire the sky. Take these
pages and write to me; tell me how beautiful
the moon was and how it made you smile again.