It was you.
It was you who stood with me in darkness
and spoke colour through your lips
and painted pictures on walls with the words
that you spoke,
there in a darkness I had not recognised
until you coloured sentences
and showed me how bright light could be.
For a second,
in that darkness,
I thought the moon was closer
than it had been before
but I wouldn't be certain
of that being true
because I don't remember much
of anything clearly.
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