Ink Stained Soul…

You’re still there.
In the morning when I am in that in between space of almost awake.
A random thought that makes me want to reach out and call.
When I am feeling a little defeated and all I want is you to ground me.
In a song telling the story of passion or heart ache.
My pen scripting out my feelings.
The places inside you touch.
The nights when I can’t watch something without you coming to mind.
The laugh I will never forget.
Smart and smug teaching me something I didn’t know.
It’s all still there.
Just beneath the mask.
In the rain when I remember hearing at night.
When I smell fresh cut grass.
The shower water pouring down me as I cry.
Nights when you take over the Dream realm.
Always there.
Lingering.
That is you.
Forever Blue.