eternity | vk

three

often,

when the clock strikes twelve,

and when the stars are bright,

or when the fog outside

obscures the light,

my mind starts to drift

away from you,

and more to us.

when the sky is a bluish green,

and the faded hues merge,

i think of us,

and what we have.

and when the wind outside

is gelid and strong,

and when my fingers are feeling numb,

i start to think of you

and everything that could go wrong.

and when i work

for sleepness nights,

certain thoughts lurk

in my mind,

ones of our love,

and if you knew all my secrets

and the things

hidden under my skin,

or the demons

in my head,

would your eyes

still look at me

like i had the sun

in my hands?