Helium

getting out of bed has become a magic trick.

I am probably the worst magician I know.

I died young with breadcrumbs in my hand, so they buried me and when they buried me, they put these coins over my eyes, and I used them as bus fare to get back to Earth, just so I can look for you.

I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs

just so I would never have to spend an entire day without you.