You came to me on a lavender cloud,
In your favorite sweatshirt.
Looking through the heavy gloss of your eye,
You spoke to me.
Differently than usual, it was rather soft and serene, instead of feeling your tears
you embraced me in a warmth of heaven, I felt the song you orchestrated move through me.
This time you saw me, not past me.
My translucence meant nothing, not here.
Chests filled with happiness, no anchor attached.
But I see the void, it is inevitable.
A spot, not quite black, not quite blue.
It just isn't you.
Don't give me up!
Please.
Through the void I see, dancing on a kitchen floor, fingers laced with someone who cares and is
there and cares for me.
It's not okay, but you told me it was,
Ascending on the lavender cloud.
But for now, when we aren't in heaven,
Numb me and look at me and don't just use me!
God,
If only the corners of your lips curled into a smile, a genuine one.
I think it would heal. Both you
And me.
I only want to feel eternal bliss,
And the happiness of two drum majors.
