Ink Stained Soul…

Nights filled with our deepest talks.
Your smile, so sweet.
Gentle, you were so gentle with me, most of the time.
Your demons, oh how they hated me.
Vanish.
Others.
The lowest of vibrations.
Fleeing so often I became numb to it.
At times, I was your greatest treasure and the easiest to throw in the bin.
Kindered spirits, you and I.
Mediation.
Nature our favorite place to be.
Memories of the past etched in our existence.
Art, our beautiful art.
The masks we wore in society rarely touching us.
We could just be who we were.
I thought us invincible once.
Laughter, singing, being silly, and holding each other through pain.
We found each other.
Lost each other.
Becoming so intertwined that both of us were forever changed.
We taught each other that we can be held and sometimes it isn’t enough.
I thought I was his treasure.
He was my treasure hunter.