Splintered Skies

Windowsill trailed with coffee stains
Cracked texture
And charming displays
Of inflection on the walls
A gallery of Rembrandt facades
A sickly pale sky with strokes of fluorescence
Bulbs brush off shoulders sunlight mattes the floorboards

Real people decorate the street below
A shadow, a hum of indigo
Solitude in short supply gigs light shy faces with passion
And paint cobbles with blissful Ignorance

Your hands cold to the touch
Alcoves of sensation warm only with the lush
Same old tune hummed with new lips
Sweet eclipse of complacency

Handle bars with a view
Hills with a hue
Bittersweet partly my fault
A falls touch a lost love
Smile worn as blessing
Their's beauty in perception
And their's beauty in inflection
Through it all
Your light never dimmed
Your bulb left burning in the wind

I think about you while street lights dim
While gates close crooked on their lining
Crescent reminiscent
A shadow
A hum
A glow (A glow)
I missed you
While thinking
While feeling
While humming mutual melodies
While jotting one line passions
For the audience of my soul
I left without saying goodbye
This is the last time I go
I'll get lost and that's ok
I sit comfortably by
While you are swept into the night
I know we will rekindle
I know I'll see you again
But losing you forever
Is losing a lot more then a friend