and all you said in your quietest voice, was ‘i needed you as much as they do.’

i, i still remember how you looked that afternoon. there was only you.

it’s a colour that i can’t describe, it’s a language i can’t understand. ambition, tearing out the heart of you, carving lines into you, dripping down the sides of you. we will not be the last.

i see signs now all the time that you’re not dead, you’re sleeping. i believe in anything that brings you back home to me.