I couldn't see the beauty
in our worn out portrait...

I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character...

Dusty walls;
clouds of thoughts...

I allow you to bruise me
like an abstract painting...

Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...

We were effervescent and young
before stagnancy took over...

The clouds
made no art to the sky today...

I told you the weather was nice
and the sky was colored in liberty...

Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...

Long are the days
of hapless persons...

The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...

Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...