Thoughts race through my mind
But I focus past their blurs
To find you're still here

I can hear your voice
And still feel your warmth but there's
miles between us

It's 4 am love
Close your eyes, go back to sleep
I'll protect you now

I've had fingerprints
from birth left on my soul that
match yours perfectly.

That golden sunrise
against the summer horizon,
Bursting through the purest of sky blues
calming and secure,
was easy to get lost in.
Like the shades in your eyes that day,
a whole spectrum.
An entire world in your depths,
filled with seas and landscapes.
Where I wish to scale it's mountains
and deep dive it's oceans.
And then I catch myself swimming.
Swimming towards an indigo.
Your indigo.
I was getting lost in it's twilight,
Like a super nova from an exploded star.
A color that wakes up all of my sense
you brushed upon my lips,
Painting in shades that the world envies to create.
It just lingered there,
absorbing into my skin
coloring every word I say.
Swirling in a mist,
a color that orbits over me now.

There was a hole inside my soul
until that day I met you,
Fate flowed from my heart
and all of a sudden I just knew.
Every moment after that
was filled with breathless love,
Your laugh and smiling eyes
are what my soul is made of.
I couldn't begin to tell you
of all the times I died,
But the first time that we met
was the first I felt alive.
You woke me up all at once
opened wide with eyes so clear,
I never thought the day would come
that I would loose all fear.
But that was long ago and I've
died so much since then
There is a hole inside my soul
only you can mend.

It rained the whole time when you were away,
not all the time but at least once a day.
Rain drops made quick bubbles as they hit the ground,
small short lived air pockets I was surrounded around.
While others cascaded along the windows,
guided by air that softly would blow.

The tick tacking and pidder padding,
The smell of the breeze and it's cleansing.

The rain is an unspoken season of it's own,
some play outside while others hide at home.
More often than summer, it comes and it goes,
evoking emotions like the winter's snow.
Yet still helps the withered, all dried up and cracked,
but can't save the dead in hopes to bring back.

And that brings us back to where I'm sitting at,
without you around it feels more like an attack.
Attacking the loneliness and memories of,
The joy we had found from the rain falling above..

..But you're not around and then, only then
Does the rain take the shape of a foe,                        no longer a friend.
With you I found joy when it poured from the sky,
but now I'm alone and would rather stay inside.