Who knows if I shall ever see the scars above those pretty blues again.
Memories ring through my mind thus restricting my chest from breathing, my eyes from seeing clear, and today from being ordinary.
The salted water can't be reabsorbed into my body,
so much of it fought off or drained.
Gifts to be stared at in their hiding places.
Attempts to avoid pressing send.
To take back a tally score;
to take back gold stars that sparkled over our heads.
Yet to utter the words,
a dance is on our tongues.
The strings to my heart play flat,
the music sounds faint,
and you hold the pick.
To say goodbye would be a bold move.
The closest I can get is
au revoir,
giving me a hope that tomorrow will allow me to see
what's invisible.
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