I've got green stained knees
they remind me of you.
its the color of what once was your room
that you always said you hated,
yet you never bothered to paint it.
where we stayed up till 4 am
dreaming of our future flat.
visions of blue walls
and pictures of waterfalls
because you were in to that sort of thing.
Now I'm laying in the summer grass
as God’s tears come trickling down,
storm clouds hiding
the color we never found.
we were carefully reckless and
blindly irreplaceable .
ignoring the permanence of our living memories
While laughing without the regret of not laughing enough.