Throwback though it's not Thursday,
I miss you like it's mondays.
Your skin that
touches mine,
from green to blue
yours to mine
ours that i treasure,
hours that doesnt need
to be measured.

Once in a blue moon
I find myself
back at a familiar place
of passive-passive-aggression

Things I could say
remarks bitter-
-sweet in my ears
ash in my mouth

no one likes that flavor
so I  actively-actively-digress
I choose to choose
a path selfless

alone I sit
my bitterness is my own

You —
i see your
eyes
glimmer
through the night
as it sparkles
like
the starry night
filled with
lights
that every time you
look at me
it makes me
shine
so
bright
every night.

(g.s.b.)