Everything was laid out infront of us;
written in detail on our cold hands.
Nothing seemed real anymore.
And that's what broke us.
That's what sent us mad.
It was the cold chill that creeped up the hallway at three in the morning, waking us.
It was the smile that belonged to the little girl dressed in Prada.
It was me, and it was you.
It was us.
So we sent ourselves to sleep, and in that dream I told you that you were the tree in changing light, the love that brought me to life.
But you were gone ..
You had already floated away.