i see you,
and this is no
accident.
where are you going,
disappearing into those crayola-tinted skies,
but no,
i am at the edge of the horizon,
without you.
and that is how it should be,
or perhaps,
the only choice.
love was not our destiny,
forgeting how to exist,
with you,
was the most pain.
the only truth.
This is for my ex.
