You sleep beside me, inside my dreams, I hold you, but I wake, alone. I wake up alone, your presence, a fantasy, I lay still, hopeful. I am still hopeful, that I was made for your arms, that I deserve you. What do I deserve? How will I destruct? Destroy? With you by my side.

I saw swans, sailing down silver waves, as the sun said goodbye, and the last time we kissed was on my mind, because sunsets make me close my eyes and think of you, icy wind on my eyelids, while I ache for your hands, holding my waist.

You say that you love me as I leave. The rain is raging, but I can’t feel a thing, because my skin is glass, shattering as you grab my hand, clinging to centuries gone by, when we were in love, and I wasn’t in pieces, on the floor of my pastel dreams. I dry off…