You know me, I was always a dreamer.
When I was torn apart from you, I lived in moments of us.
I envisioned us in stalactite-covered caves,
Imagining those crystals' light would reflect on you,
And you would glow with a million colours of light, as you always do.
But these worlds that I create in my mind now are cold and lonely,
Nothing like those glancing beams of clarity
That you would provide me with.