It's pushed all else aside but
Empty, longing sickness
Like after the last drink after
The whole night with you across
The room, all in black but
Two blue mirrors to fall into.
Everything blurs, but
Skin softer, your
Touch all the warmer, and
Whispered things heavier than the both of us,
Formless whispers and fingertips
To hold us together.
Left with empty, longing sickness
Like watching you walk away again,
Tears deepening the blue.
Pictures burnt into the memory,
Pictures you'd lie to forget
Pictures I'd die to protect, and
Nothing burns brighter.
Flames to hold everything together a moment longer
Lighting up the blue for the last time,
Two precious, absent eyes to drown in.