when i’m six feet under and the earth takes me back piece by piece, the worms will swallow what’s left of me and still, they’ll taste you. in my hands that once held you. in my eyes that memorized your smile. in the heart that never learned to let you go. then the worms will carry you to the birds. the birds to the teeth of something greater. and through bone, through blood, through hunger— my love will travel until the whole of existence tastes your name. J.D. x