you can only take what you can carry

To me, you were the rainy days I loved so much.

To me, you were the weather that mirrored my insides.

To me, you were ten seconds older than what had just gone wrong.

To me, you were mere minutes of laughter that hurt my cheeks for days to come.

To me, you were a butterfly pulse next to mine.

To me, you were crooked teeth and a dusty moonlit mile.

Whether I was mountains or clouds, to me you were the endless road leading there.

To me, you were not right, nor wrong.

To me, you are blue and red.