coral cheeks,
gray skies,
dressed with rain falling
down.
masked words,
clairvoyant illusions,
solace of pain in comfort of another,
watching silently,
and hurting just the same.
"few words hurt,"
i say,
and you ask me,
"do my words hurt?",
eyes expecting.
"no,"
i reply,
shaking my head,
and at that moment,
you inevitably,
let go of my hand,
when the sun set,
and the blue skies collapsed,
i felt like that too.
the next day,
silence enveloped us both.
i tried to say hello politely,
but you denied.
immediately that day,
you told me,
"i'm not interested in you anymore,"
and all i could respond with was
"oh."
at that moment,
i crumbled and became that very pile of
bones.
