i remember you when things were better.
the numb sting of winter
wind, his open window and the way
the warmth of his eyes melted
my coldness.
the rain came, but
i didn't mind.
we had an hour left together
before the city lights swallowed
you
and all the constellations.
in a moment,
the noir sky turned grey
and then we were home.
somehow we're the same, with
that outer glow that's
seemingly warm -
but
the inside is cool, and
hollow.
i think of you fondly,
every day.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
i remember you when things were better.
the numb sting of winter
wind, his open window and the way
the warmth of his eyes melted
my coldness.
the rain came, but
i didn't mind.
we had an hour left together
before the city lights swallowed
you
and all the constellations.
in a moment,
the noir sky turned grey
and then we were home.
somehow we're the same, with
that outer glow that's
seemingly warm -
but
the inside is cool, and
hollow.
i think of you fondly,
every day.
from an upcoming, insignificant, small project - 'mars'
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