The two pairs of eyes that like to miss.
Air cold and hard to breathe in.
"Sure, I believe in silence."
I hate when we fight like this.
Sheets inspired by Berlin.
Sky pouring droplets of violence.

Feeling there's nothing left to discuss
Frost turning glass into art
Sometimes fate clings to weather
"There is no future for us.
Perhaps not even apart,
But definitely not together."

This is not sad it's not blue,
we knew this was coming from get go.
As we say our last -
"I love you."
"I love you...."
And finally -
let go.