I still reach for rivers of gold,
slivers of silver,
when I am half asleep,
but,
he is gone.
Blue eyes,
banished,
as I bandage myself with time,
and sleep,
pouring with pity,
blueberry sunset,
seeing the day we met,
and a tornado of time since,
how he destroyed my world,
putting it back together again,
how destructive we both were,
how I hurt myself,
by how I loved him.
