Because I woke up
to the suns screaming in my face;
the gentle warmth of a dream
was the desert in reality.
You were first in my mind,
hands gingerly dancing over pillows
that weren’t your flesh,
only to remain open, empty.
Indigo is all you see in the morning,
calming, it sends you away into its dark purple.
Pulling away like a tide on the sand,
Into the ocean never been seen.