Suddenly your mind; a piece of the intangible universe melds into
its first home.

Perhaps, that explains the
sleepy eyelids.

Blue seeps into the crystalline lines of broken windows,

then slowly but surely,
turning a shade far too dark.

And you can no longer see the difference between

outside
                     or    
                             inside.

Whole heart
                          or  broken, bruised heart

You  
                                  or no you.

He knows all about the worst.

The snippets of the furrowed eyebrows from the very corner of eye-lashes,

bitten back bitterness in the creases of your lips.

The terrifying truths you wished with closed lids were lies painted white.

And yet, his wrist is against yours,
fingertips shly whispering "It's okay."

He never really says Good Night like Good bye.

My mind & heart- this seemingly empty; hollow thing
seamed by wispy threads of moments and time itself-
has
fallen and still is
fal
      l
        ing into the very gravity of

                                                             him.