Your voice and its vibrations
It hit me like a Hurricane

The Highs and Lows
Like an untuned arpeggio

Your erratic sound
They call Laughter
I call a Melody

The state of being
In the same confinement
Churns my seventh sense

Your absence gifts
Yours truly
A floating sensation like
My heart hitting the bottom of my stomach
Without violence
A gradual sinking

For my mind is situated somewhere
Other than here

My heart aches for every
Moment
I want to archive
But am absent for

I am but
A sitting duck in panic
That my extant
Will be forgotten

I am but
A lady in Blue
Only donning that colour
So the skies won't forget me