I miss when I thought you cared
With every little gesture
Every sympathetic stare
But that was just conjecture
Now a desiccated air
Barbaric to my beautiful glass fixtures
The colored windows I saw you through
That made everything nostalgic
Even if it was shrouded in blue
It all shatters when you say I'm not even close to churlish
But i've never been an ingenue
My mind goes to places of dark hues
As they are beautiful, they are ruby red