Blueprint of You

The static hum of family voices, a droning, endless grey. But you walked

in, you crossed the line, turned night into day.

I memorized the shadowed edges of a ghost I'd never known, and in my

hands, a fragile map, a blueprint of your tone. Blueprint of you,

the lines run deep. A sketch of dreams I'll never keep.

Blueprint of you, in shades of blue. I trace the lines,

I'm lost in you. Your laughter cut the quiet air like light through

heavy clouds. I chased it through the labyrinth of faces in the crowd.