i feel pale.

fevered flushed cheeks; a warm cinnamon . .

celestial confetti decorates my skin . .

i yawn.
sleepily walking through a copper monochrome soiree . .

i look for you.

my glassy hazel-brown eyes
fixating on every pair glazed over in the room
until they meet your crystal baby blue . .

but i can never find you anymore . .

i make a fist in my sweater sleeve
and find a deep cerise-colored stain
on the seams at the wrist . .

your pain is my pain . .

the withering wintery world whirling outside . .

the simultaneously lavish and monotonous lush
pressing within the lofty walls . .

i close my eyes tightly . .

inhale deeply & exhale quietly . .

i reach out my hand for you . . .

i'm reaching out my hand for you . . .