This rainy evening keeps slipping through the loopholes of my vivid memories—
Memories of how the downpour soaked our backs,
Mostly yours.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say the rain was conspiring for our… you know.
The scent of your cologne drowned out the damp, earthy breath of the storm.
There were things I adored—
The way you’d get angry yet still hold me with mercy.
How my shoulder became your refuge when your demons roared too loud.
The way you indulged in your own ego, especially when you were right.
You were an addiction.
I never had reason to doubt you.
Even in solitude, I was certain—I was yours.
Literally.
The 23rd turned into uncertainty,
Which turned into laughter,
Which grew into something Inseparable
You weren’t what I was looking for. But—
Through your eyes, we traced constellations.
Every touch mended my bleeding wounds.
Every gaze whispered, choose me,
But every blink warned, be careful.
It was the way you said I love you—
That sent shivers through my spine.
You had an introverted kind of mind,
One that never made it easy to set you alight.
Blackbird 