Eyes are closed, the dark oblivion of sleep is calling. I try to picture your face, your smile, and my favorite pair of blue eyes. Except, I canāt quite remember how you smiled at me anymore. And I know your eyes were blue, but I canāt recall the exact shade. That look youād give me when I was complaining about leaving your bed to go home to mine has faded. Just like the scent you left on your clothes. Everything is shades of gray. I canāt remember. Youāre lost in the darkness. So Iāll drift off to the oblivion that sleep provides. Itās the only place I can see you clearly.


















