resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,if it had been different,through cigarette-thin lips would've come my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.on wooden floors we'd be lined in lightagain, laying so close. not touching.if it was a cry for help,nobody was really listening, were they, noteven your father, and so you left,left in more ways than one, and i only heard youwhen it didn't matter anymore.the thing is,you've been gone from my mind and heartfor years now, i've lost count.days have been more fleeting than my own inhales, my own exhales, or at least it would seem.the thing is, z,time passes and changes.my stars were your