When the music's off and the room gets empty

Rebuilding

I know your number, but I'll never call it again.

I know your favorite color, but it's not mine anymore.

I know your laugh, the warm emotion it brought over me.

I thought I loved you; I just knew you.

It was a coincidence.

I was always at your seat, in your space,

Kissing at your feet, but I was just there.

I wasn't loved. I was pleading.

You were leaning away from the love I poured out,

Until it drained me of any spout.

So I will stay away, watch the moonlit nights,

And know that you're under it too.

I will see purple and not think of you.

I will feel that warmth some cold or hot morning,

And I will bask in it for all its glory.

And so, I will rebuild, brick by tender brick,

A sanctuary where your shadow cannot linger.

I will fill it with colors that are only mine,

And light that warms, not sears.

-August

mwah<3