What never was mine.

[exique]

It's been over four years. Is it wrong that you're still tattooed in my heart? That still in my dreams I sometimes chase your figure. That you still slip through my soul. That you still run in my veins. That every inch of my body remembers how you felt under my fingers.

That after a lifetime since the door closed behing you - who never were mine - you still possess the rainy clouds that kiss my face.