Thomas,
Your eyes.
little droplets of rain
fall upon the Earth's crust
and shatter like glass.
I,
unlike the rest of those
brainwashed monkeys
pick up the shattered pieces
of hope
and regret,
and prick my little finger.
A red liquid falls upon
the clear beauty,
and it is certain...
As the blood rolls off my finger
and onto the green mat
laid out for the both of us...
I think about the fire
raging inside the wound,
and wonder...
Is this the kind of raging flame,
you were describing?
Is this the sun...
you lost your battle to?
I lay down and look at the blue ocean
up above.
The reds,
greens,
pinks
and orange battlefields
seem to end in a calm,
still lake.
Full of white fish...
and the love we lost
due to disease.
I stay until the darkness,
takes over.
The little lights come out
to shine,
and I see...
for just a millisecond...
I once more
see you're beautiful
green eyes,
and those little specks of light.
-Thomas...
I loved you.