i used to see life
through vignettes
of grey & red. you
were the diamond,
i was the rough.

entangled now in
so many small romances,
elated by a sudden freedom
that has found me by losing
you.

i still go walking in the rain,
still drink coffee at all hours,
writing lists of great intentions.

but this was me before we ever met,
before we made an exchange of names ((promises)).

woke up one morning
backless & sad. rivers of ink
running through my limbs, telling
of hours that never existed, designing
the days that could not eventuate.

how catastrophic,
how perilous & mad.

& yet,
i still see life
through vignettes
of grey & red.