The sky is clear.
The first good thing, it’s always the same.
We sit, you talk, I stare.
Our dreams and memories, all shared.
It never changes.

The sky is grey, today.
Overcast, windy, a little bit of rain.
Your artwork, the drops of ice run through the colours.
Hours spent dreaming lost and pointless.


Yesterday you talked, now you won’t even mumble your pain.
Have I done something?
Our dreams fading like the breath fogged on the window.

How is your day?
I talk, you stare.
Your eyes, bitter sweet chocolate across my tongue.
I am happy.
Look at the sky, blue like a painting.

We need to talk to her.
Every night.
She doesn't want to tell anyone.
I'm sad.
Should we tell anyone?
I don't want it to eat away at us.
Maybe she should talk to someone back home?
You don't go back for a long time though.
Do you know anyone?
I'm scared.
I don't know what to do.
This is going to be on my mind. Constantly. 24/7.
Is she okay?
Is she sad?

How are things going?

Talk to me.

Why won't you speak to me?
I am okay.

Can you still feel?
Yes...

...I hope i have a better day.
I feel tired.

Weak, like the sun on an early November morning.
Warming only the fluttering butterflies wings, eyelashes.

Strong, like the whispering winds.
Pulling coat tails and hair, breathless.

Fragile, like the rain that cuts through the sky.
Beating an icy cold pattern, tears.

Unyielding, like the snow topped mountains.
Camouflaging cold breaths, thighs.

Looping, like the ring around a lovers finger.
Ever entwined, love.

You are all these things.
You are much more than I can give.
You deserve to shine and sing.
You give me a reason to live.

Bubblegum and mint.
You leave it everywhere.
With your breath, your touch, your kisses.
Oh how your scent lingers, my life saturated with you.

Leather and denim.
You take it everywhere.
In your thick soled shoes, your tightly knotted bun, your pretty Picasso jacket.
Your image is burned into me, your life an imprint in my mind.

I allow you to look at me again,
Allow myself another chance to hear your sweet pain.

I thought something had changed, it was stupid of me.
I was wrong, things would always be the same, i should have let you be.

Because I know you don’t need this.
I know I still need practice;

Love to me is a new concept,
Something to learn gradually,
Something cautiously met.

Love to you is tried and tested,
Something to be experienced passionately,
Something that doesn’t end happily.

We are children dancing with adults.
We are students challenging masters.
Our lives do not intertwine in the way I hope,
We will show each other we can cope.