your thighs painted blue,
scars and bruises
of every hue. the spectrum
fades away,
and now it's only
pale gray.
your face, ghost white
my reflection bleeds through.
mirrored in your eyes,
i see you are my life.
one, two, and three
makes four.
before you walked out,
i'd already closed the door.
as it slammed, i stood in remembrance
of the instances
where you reminded me
that heaven could exist.
and within this moment
i realized
you were never mine.