Sitting still while you draw me, stroking brush after brush until the canvas is dirty with my colors.
The water glass purposefully half full; you paint it half empty on a whim. It's not only a coincidence
that I drink it up (to watch your eyes turn dark) and you stare me down for some indolent little crime,
like when we were kids, sucking on candy canes in July, and sticking to each other,
smile to smile; heart(break) to heart(break)-
"Hey, Jude, where did you go?"
AN: i miss him. this is just a nice way to end the year.