I.)

Tear stains, in red mascara,
I noticed them between sobs,
between these alabaster sills.

II.)

Our slow descent
in a basket of rust and wire,
lasted a minute in light-years.

III.)

Embraces out of left field,
and a flash of white
meant a moment to remember.

IV.)

If hurt were contagious
you would’ve made me feverish,
and I only humoured the antidote.

V.)

Yet those blue eyes,
should have never seemed purple,
down the barrel of a bb gun.