I thought we were flying
higher than the sky itself -
making stepping stones of clouds, and spying
through the windows of angels. Bells
rang in the distance and sweet melodies played
in our ears each and every day,
nearly drowning out the calming tones
of your voice - though not quite.
Being with you made me feel alive;
being with you felt like home.

But today,
you forgot the colour of my eyes.