I could describe you in color

In picture perfect high quality to match your hobby

I could tell them about the pools of sadness under my eyes when you left my side

And I don't mean the first time

I mean the second time , when it was for good

They'd know about the tattoo on your elbow that matches someone else's and about your smile that only seemed genuine when talking about mine

Maybe that was just me.

I could describe what I saw in you and what we were made of but they'll never understand.

How could they? 11 months and even I still couldn't make out the lines