non-existent

I say hi

To you.

Or better yet to the hopes,

of spending simple time together.

They're pictures in my mind,

taking them one at a time,

they're all I need.

Because apparently,

it never really happens anyways.

Foggy smoke asphyxiating,

besmirching the color I ever saw,

in them -

green.

Once my world.

An orb held two.

Embedded with a blue,

I once assumed in you;

oceans were once treacherous -

adventurous maybe.

Even perilous.

For my eyes though as they dripped -

something all too familiar.

They don't come.

Maybe?