Pixie Dust

One night with
my silver valentine
I saw strange illustrations
in my wine
of a half-sun rising from
a faded line
burning pain into
the breaking bones of time

The pixie dust
between the two of us
is gone.

It won't harm me
if I bleed in harmony
with your soft red music
and hyperbole
and I promise not to
keep you caged in melodies
cause I know that
all you are now is just memories.

The pixie dust
between the two of us
is gone.

I don't want to admit it
but I have to reconcile
the peace within myself
while knowing you won't be around.

The pixie dust
between the two of us
is gone.