By Marie-Elena LeBlanc Bellissimo
Edited by Alloe Mak
I don’t believe in God anymore.
but if you died before I got the chance to
I would fall to my knees and beg to the sky—
arms outstretched—
to bend the very fabric of space and time
so that we could meet again.
maybe in a different world,
in different bodies.
but I would know you in any universe
I would know the galaxies of your eyes even if I were blind
the shape of your smile in the dark
the song of your voice when you are silent
the softness of your touch when you are far away.
I know your hands
when they tenderly reach beneath the blanket of my skin
and braid the fibers of my torn muscles back together
you are healing me
you are healing me.
I don’t believe in God anymore.
but when it’s time
—because it happens to us all—
I pray I die first
I couldn’t stand to live a moment without you.