I saw you pour like drops of rain. You said something about Jesus and I just silently ignored you. You could mesmerize me and memorize me, but I am just a myth. Paragraphs and sentences made up my relationships of the past. We exchange words with our lungs and not fingers and fonts. Birds of pink and blue swirl past my head as I drift off to something other than loneliness. Love? Lust? Too early to tell but I'm beginning to lose interest.