every detail of you was engrained in my mind; every word you ever said to me was tattooed onto the backs of my eyelids. but I wanted to be just as impartial as you were: a detached deity, sitting on a throne of rocks and sand as I ran in circles to entertain you.
“you know, I’d pick a fight with the sky if you told me you didn’t like its shade of blue.”
and then I got lost in your smile lines once more. my hand found its way into yours and the patterns on our palms created a puzzle that we could finish together.