there are patterns in your eyes

infinite reflections of light and space

unrecognisable, unattainable,

empty.

you were the calm amongst the chaos

I remember the way your lips used to sing songs against mine

as I breathed your secrets

and tasted your soul.

but our world stopped spinning

and we're caught between what we are and what we should be.

the room shrinks as your promises fall through the cracks

and we toss and tumble and take turns falling out of love

always searching for the same page.

but there's only contrast and friction,

white noise and dark nights

and there are no songs left to sing.