blue eyes.
i am starting to forget the directions to your old house. the one we spent the summers in, alone with just our thoughts and fears and laughter and silence, but above all that is where i left my hope.
above all that is where i left that part of me that was severed and concealed in the piano that i learned to play on. the sad comfort of your great great great grandmothers portrait on the wall by the bed we shared a few times.
those walls are losing their colour and texture. i forget what it feels like to sleep in 65 degrees and wake up shivering in your arms. i forget it feels like to be waiting for your call every day.
i forget what it sounds like when you cry, but i will never forget the emotion that was attached to it.
i might forget the details.
but i will never, ever forget how they affected me.
- i will also never forget the fireworks at the top of the world watching them in your eyes reflections.
above all that is where i left that part of me that was severed and concealed in the piano that i learned to play on. the sad comfort of your great great great grandmothers portrait on the wall by the bed we shared a few times.
those walls are losing their colour and texture. i forget what it feels like to sleep in 65 degrees and wake up shivering in your arms. i forget it feels like to be waiting for your call every day.
i forget what it sounds like when you cry, but i will never forget the emotion that was attached to it.
i might forget the details.
but i will never, ever forget how they affected me.
- i will also never forget the fireworks at the top of the world watching them in your eyes reflections.