The cruelty of the colors gave me this freedom.
It clung to me with every unspoken word that never passed my icy lips.
It rained like the world was chanting all its woes to me;
I who was also grieving.
The tears streaked the windows as art would a painting.
Their cool temperature rubbed off on the glass, which I could feel, despite being two feet away.
It was the unfinished ending of my story.
The one you left behind.
The one you gave up on.
The one I’m not strong enough to continue
For I don’t know where it’ll take me.
It’s been a while since the sky cried to me.
It’s been a while since the clouds roared at your name.
It’s been two years, yet I’m still stuck as time marches on.