Never In Spring ✓

eighth: clarity

You know me, I was always a dreamer.

When I was torn apart from you, I lived in moments of us.

I envisioned us in stalactite-covered caves,

Imagining those crystals' light would reflect on you,

And you would glow with a million colours of light, as you always do.

But these worlds that I create in my mind now are cold and lonely,

Nothing like those glancing beams of clarity

That you would provide me with.