All that exists
(as much as I know exists)
presents itself in an airtight seal
An unbreakable bond
Between you
And all the little everythings
From a world
I once inhabited

Nothing goes in
Nothing goes out

A picture you paint for me
For my limbs cannot do but tremble
Yet yours move with an
Artistic purpose
Much too sinister for me identify
Or comprehend
When the depths of my world
Only exist in the shallows of yours
And I can only grasp so much

But with each gratifying color
And every earnest stroke
Who else could I owe my admiration?
You are the artist, the blacksmith,
The creator

I, the apprentice, the stone,
The creation
The marionette
To your puppeteer
And it’s a beautiful show you’ve created
Isn’t it?

All that seems to matter
From now to
The end of our existence
Is that I have (become instilled by) you
You have (control over) me

At night
When the fires goes out
When i am left
Only with
The solidity of darkness
And the (all too familiar) feeling
Of your extinguishing embrace
Is it better? is it worse?
Is it nothing
Like i had ever imagined?