The look in your face
When you emote on paper
In black and blue, type and then "space"
Pull a Copperfield to different places
I kept pieces of you
Organized
Under my bed in my dad's old brief case
Silent (k)nights have enveloped your being
The UV suit is broken
The light eats your skin
I wonder if you'll ever come into the open
And colour to these "blank wall papers"
I want to write again
