I like to think of you
as I lay myself to rest.
To feel a memory
ever vividly within my head.

The feelings fall deeper
beyond the pale
deeper down
to the core.

Like a kite I released to a storm,
it's vibrant shades lifted higher
bound to me by a simple black thread.
I watch it fly away, falling deeper into the gray
'til I see nothing, but a black thread.

The image within my head dissipates,
just like those memories;
sitting at the window, our noses nearly touching
wondering, if someone could see us
we pull a black thread
and drop the curtains.

It feels that all we have
is a common thread,
binding us in a storm.
I love that thread.