He was dark in all the right ways.
Stars swam in his eyes, spilling into the deepest corners of his mind.
He was beautiful and alone.
He painted the sky a navy blue, splashes of black and gray filling the empty spaces.
The gaps slowly closing, his smile appearing one last time.
His laugh is the sound of quiet water rushing at midnight.
Silent and comforting, ripping through the awkward atmosphere we are so used to.
His words are raindrops and deep breaths and loving glances.
The feeling of warmth carefully encouraging creativity and kindness.
Scents of fulfillment and adoration guiding you home.
Yes, he was beautiful and alone.
©poetic_peh
P