Why is it that
whenever I find
my way back
After much difficulty
From the depths
Of your eyes
My breath comes out
In heavy sighs
And a faint voice
From a distant corner
In my mind
Gently and softly
But firmly tells me
That the thousand ways
In which I smile
With you by my side
Will only turn
Into fragments
of memories
A few years
Down the line
And the emotions
they'll induce
Will drench me
To the bones
And wash away
Every color
In front of my eyes