I wonder what your eyes saw,
When they were glassed over with tears,
Bloodshot and pain filled,
Staring at me with hope and loss.
The eyes that once were lit by starlight in my dark bedroom, illuminating a part of my soul once undiscovered. Were now shattered and filled with sorrow.
You held me, and kissed me with your chapped and broken lips.
You embraced me, your hands dry and your fingertips blistered from the rusted strings you played all night.
I felt you in my arms.
I slid my nails along your spine, an action that always comforted you as a child.
I pet your hair and in each lock, I twirled my fingers in your deepest thoughts.
And I wanted to run away with you.
But as I kissed you for the very last time,
I felt you crack, just like the plaster on my ceiling.
Come back my darling.
(i. r)