. you remind me of someone beautiful

once upon a time, you told me i can't save everyone.

- - -

you will never read this, thankfully,
( i think, i think, i think, is what i tell myself like a record on repeat )
but i would like you to know i have so much left to say.
i remember looking at you and seeing the entire world staring back,
hearing all of the music of the universe playing at once.

what happened? have you lost the notes?
has the world torn that out of you?

i'd give it all back if i could,
but i'm afraid you don't want my silly confessions or sad-sorry-stories anymore.

- - -

i've become no more than pixelated text, a name staring at you blankly through the screen.

i wonder, can you feel through pictures?

can you understand through lyrics and vague captions?

- - -

i still remember the last message you sent me.

"i saw you today. blue, were you wearing blue?"

- - -

you came back today, and i suppose i could have laughed at the gesture;
our age-old cycle that sounds far more theatrical than it is.

in the end, all i really wanted to say is this:

i can still save someone.
don't you dare forget that.