On one planet or another,
you once told me...

Within the colours and contours
that shape us, your words were like a cure...

all I have left
in place...

Swim!
Just like how we used to...

The constancy, the repetition:
that’s what I loved...

...you then smiled,
with your rotting teeth showing...

When you danced with me,
the world would whirl around...

You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...

you open your eyes
like the flowers that follow...

Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...

In your dreams,
you would always wait...

You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...