I see you, see her, see the skies crack within blue panes of the burnished windows I watch you from.
I see how she plays
with the strands of her blonde hair, like I see the sun play with yours, burning fire within darkness, your hair  
like a night sky devoid of stars, lit ablaze with the awakening
of the sun.

I press my fingers upon the glass
until they are mere yellow stretches of skin.
Fingerprints; grease stained smudges paint the cracked windows, as they immerse themselves within my sadness, behaving as if a prism would, separating each nuance of this sadness into the cruelty
of time.  

Strung upon
upon each  "tick tock"  of the clock,
My movements begin to uniformly shadow the loss of time, how fleeting its beauty is, how the moments that once bled in vibrancy and sound, slowly mute themselves into disjointed melodies, fractures of what nostalgia holds dear.

And, oh god
I see you you kiss her,
tenderly.

You slip away from me, so gently
that perhaps I may
fall for you again
You slip away from me  

as if I held time.

My blue skies are rainy days,
the horizon opens
as the day bleeds towards the
faint hues of
sunset.
The crows they gasp for air,
their distorted reflections dance across
the streets -
the newfound liquid
mirror casts the colours of
the sky
like how the clouds
thread themselves
upon the crimson
of the sun.