Throughout the years
they grew together...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

You rose up to
meet me...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

You said
that you would...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...

I crave it deeply
passionately...

In the glimmer
of the sun before...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...