He was my symphony in my broken cacophonic set of music notes.
A fleeting moment of frolic love repeating in a perpetual time.
His void was interminable but my light was incandescent.
Every melancholy he endured was a desponding impact to me.
My litanies were hidden behind an ubiquitous laughter.
I was temporarily buoyant, lying to myself.
I had an epiphany.
I was a connoiseur of a certain kind of sadness.
He was an epitome of a blackhole.
While, I describe myself as such of the likes of Alpha Canis Majoris.
He was the black sky and I was the northern lights.
He balanced my light with his dark, without him. I'd blind myself.