Countless times;

eyes, large and liquid.

And I stay here just the same…

Rain pouring from le vide refracting off my face.

Molting memories manufacture their final resolutions.

Splattered across.

The dull glint fades from my eyes as I can only watch —

one to watch alone.

Blood drops or side-eyes?

Six to carry and two to tango.

I miss you in the sun light.