If I am to face this life
in the dim of your shadow,
I'd rather it be where harsh
rays of sun beam from crystal skies;
where looking outward
would blotch your vision
with patches of black
and make taut your skin.
Then, tuning back, your eyes
would behold my sunlit face.
You would see me,
flaws and all.
Together we could emerge from the dark.

If your heart
truly had strings,
I would wear my
fingertips raw
in search of your melody.

Sounds echo;
distant...
mundane...
My eyes are aware
but not looking.
No focus.
No sight.
I've stepped out
and no one even knows

I wonder where I went...

My soul is dense,
Saturated with tears
spilt and caught within.
Like rainwater
they seep into the depths
avoiding the external cascade.
But this will subside!
I know it will...
As I take in your form
skipped heartbeats make
ripples of the dark pool.
The dark turns to mist
and curls off in your breeze.