C.

As I watch my reflection play catch up with my shadows
On top of the wet pavement, I collect not only my thoughts,
But my composure as well. I was swimming in your eyes.
Lingering just beyond anything that's in my reach, is everything.
And as I laid on your carpet and counted the inches between us,
I told you stories that I'd never told to anyone else, ever.
Time puts itself on hold when it's not busy moving through us.
And tonight as I told my brother goodnight, he strummed his guitar.
He still doesn't know a single song, but I couldn't love him more for it.
The next time we meet we'll hang me from your Christmas tree,
And you can paint me whatever colors you want. Breathe it in.