If she saw the world
through rose colored glasses,
I saw the world as a raindrop
falling from a storm cloud.

Now that
You are gone,
don't expect me
To miss you,
To wipe and weep,
To cry and yearn
For you....

You are gone
And that's it,
No worries
No tears
No missings
Nothing

I don't  want
To hold on to you
Forever,
If we are meant to be
Together
We will never be
Apart...

As I lean back
To float
Upon the clear, bright waters
I heard the whispers
Of the water

They tell me,
You see?
You float
You are naturally buoyant
You are not meant to drown

**Hold on

I taught myself to waltz
so I could dance with
the skeletons in your closet.
It's a gruesome sight
as we spin through the silence.
Silence broken only by whispers
of your secrets divulged to me.
And I learned that I was
dancing with the devil.

You would have fought.
You would have fought
until the death, until the end.
Until the sun burned out;
And the world fell cold,
You would have fought
And I'm sorry I cannot be
as strong and fierce as you.

Lend me your eyes.
So I could fill them
with the bursting stars.
Telling tales of the spellbinding universe,
singing songs of exploding suns...
and of splintering quasars.

Lend me your thoughts.
So that if I may,
write of them.
Fantastical scribbles of love
and praise.
Meticulously lined
and carefully stitched...
with immaculate lace at the hems.

Lend me your breaths.
I'd catch them as they fall...
between the words you would say.
Merging mine with yours...
introducing colour...
and vigour
to my monochromatic world of
black, white and grey.

Lend me your heartbeats...
for mine thumps erratic.
As if beating in silent mock.
I depend on the steadiness in yours.
So they could usurp
the ticks of worldly clocks.

Lend me your hands.
Palms up as a sign,
perhaps as an invitation...
for me to take them.
And maybe...
hopefully fill them...
with mine...