In the muffled dark of my dust cover,
irresponsibly wide eyes,
waiting for sleep,
sometimes
I think of you.
And all the parts of you that I knew.
Sharing scar stories.
Our awkward laughs together.
Violet nights.
Silent fights.
All your pinks and blues;
oh, so many different hues -
all the shades you lived through.
And I wonder why I said bye,
with my breaking smile.
And I know it's been an eternity
but...well -