It's pushed all else aside but

Empty, longing sickness

Like after the last drink after

The whole night with you across

The room, all in black but

Two blue mirrors to fall into.

Everything blurs, but

Skin softer, your

Touch all the warmer, and

Whispered things heavier than the both of us,

Formless whispers and fingertips

To hold us together.

Left with empty, longing sickness

Like watching you walk away again,

Tears deepening the blue.

Pictures burnt into the memory,

Pictures you'd lie to forget

Pictures I'd die to protect, and

Nothing burns brighter.

Flames to hold everything together a moment longer

Lighting up the blue for the last time,

Two precious, absent eyes to drown in.