waiting...

Blue and gold, and the lilac flower on your heart. Blue and gold for me, and the lilac flower of your heart for the other. It fell to the ground, and you laughed. "And tell me, why shouldn't I laugh?", she asked.

All the smiles were from your side; all the tears from mine.

How the blue mourned the loss of the red, your absence as real as a dream remembered, a dream forgotten. And when we wake? The world will still be muted, the lights darkened. Then this will seem like a flash of lightning on a summer's day. Then this.

Inwardness was a ruse, the smiles feigned, the sweetness faked at will, the hollowing out of your words with time...and all this, for a fleeting glimpse of a reflected image, a drowned world that we once shared.