I can smell your soul in the night air!
Sweet and colorful like a sugar skull.
Without a doubt, I know you’re here.
The magic of the dead, has a pulse of its own.
A frequency that can’t be heard, but only felt.
Our time is short!
The dead and the living aren’t meant to walk the same path.
So before you leave, I beg for once last kiss!
There are stars on your tongue,
and I yearn to feel the thrum of their magic
crackling on my own!
Let me have a moment of immortality with you!
Give me something to feel while you’re gone!