There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...

I see you behind your silken words,
Feel your heartbeat within their rhythm...

I hurt him in ways I never meant to,
Cascaded tears down his innocent face...

The thought of you in daylight feels fictional.
I have no doubt your pale skin...

The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet...

Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves...

I used to whisper my wishes to the moon,
Spoke to her as if her craters were your face...

Your laugh could woe even Cupid himself,
Make the Devil drop a slave to his knees...

Two lonesome seeds adrift in separate gales
Wore their hearts upon uneasy sleeves...

Nine years later and it feels the same,
The rhythm in my chest when I see your name...

I can’t look at your pictures
They’re so bittersweet...

Leave it to me to cave further into myself,
Only I did not think I could sink any deeper...