Green. Fluorescent green. Lashes, wet ones. Hands, docile.
Touch; gentle, gentle, gentle.
Paint on my hands. Ring on yours. A stack of books in a pile of dust; unread and untouched.
The crumpled page, it's seen, it's seen, it's seen.
Lasting gaze, painful pricking exits, look at that, it's peace. Open the door.

Hello there, it's been a while.