time is supposed to heal,

i guess enough hasn't passed yet.



i still remember the warmth of your hand

but now they've gone cold

i remember the color of the sky

reflecting off of your young eyes

but now they've gone old



weather changes mood

and where there was once color in the sky

has now turned to grey because

you reflect the sky

but the sky reflects you back

your neon shirts splashing orange and yellow

are nowhere to be seen

and the sun has the dullness

of three million bulbs in series.



bulbs...

     series...



remember electronics?

we learned about creating connections together.

we learned how to make sparks

and how to create songs

each note was essential

for creating the best melody.

we learned what it meant to be a closed circuit,

a close family.



but now the bulbs have shattered.

the cracked glass pierces my skin, and the blood,

the blood is dripping,

ringlets staining my shirt

the way your soul stained mine.



and i find it funny

how you can change so easily

how i feel,

how i act,

because you are my weather

leading me through the days.

and i used to feel so selfish

because whenever it would rain,

i kind of liked it

because i was no longer crying alone.



but now it's constant.

again it's raining,

the sky is fading,

the clouds are huddling,

my mind is muddling,

there's blurs of puddles.

holding memories i want to let go.



let go,

let me go,

let this end,

let        me

f   o   r   g   e   t .



the eyes are the windows to the soul,

and when i look in to your windows i see



n o t h i n g.



because your eyes are not you

and your clothes are not you

and your smile is not you

and you, just you, are not who you are



and i miss you.



time is supposed to heal

but i guess it wasn't enough for you.