It was killing me inside as I stood outside in the rain watching leftover love linger in the sky, the broken memories scattered on the soggy ground, shattered vowels sinking underneath burned boulevards. I tried to hide the pain and suppress these deep thoughts whirling inside my mind. But it was all too hard. I could hear your sweet music floating in your kingdom, the saxophones and trombones playing a hundred mesmerizing sounds, uncharted territories flying in high exuberance. Everything that I wanted to feel was out of my reach, the kisses and iridescent touches, the kingdom of your sparkling smiles and eyes, bright thighs and ankles, exquisite chests and romantic hips. It was killing me inside that all these things were so far away from me, the amazing beauty shifting in missing directions, vanishing in the cold distance, luminescent streets of gleaming light blinding my sight, dazed and blazed, raged and caged, breaking and fading, drifting in the bitter winds of wrecked worlds.