N-one of it matters, except the shape of teal green against black
U-ntold stories, planted with the seeds of songs
M-elodies you hear in the amber dawn but never inhale or
B-reath for fear no one cares, a runaway train wails an
E-ndless chorus, the vibrato of a distant ghost
R-ising into the abyss without ever revealing why he left without you.
E-ight but never 7 - a single digit imagined or real? 6 upside down.