She met a boy,
but a thought, hazy, hovering

Where has the sky gone?

She met him at the place where
ink turned to ice,
and he clutched her until her skin turned
white.

Ghostly breaths brighten the space
around them,
replacing the music inside him with her voice.

He blinked twice and froze as her saw her escaping.

Blending into the beyond
and she left him, standing,
where the ink turns to ice.