Apathy

If I wrote down anything
It'd be a letter to you
for everything you've done.

It'd scream of my insignificance
compared to your beauty
It'd weep in song for your touch
Everything good would pour out

We'd be raindrops clinging together on a windowsill
Or pages in a book holding tight to one another
We'd sail with masts full of wind
Our smiles breaking the sea
The day would seem as living nostalgia
The reds deeper, the greens lusher,
Our lips fuller, our mouths closer.