A/N: I favored poetic-ness over trying to keep Riku in-character. Because for some reason Riku's really hard for me… I dunno. This is still one of my favorite poems in terms of writing style.

It's easy to believe I'm alone

When you stop sketching,

And your breathing is so soft

I'd have to be near your lips

To hear it

…

You must be staring

To capture my profile in your mind

Before whispering it to the paper

In quiet pastel strokes

Of silver, pale cream, black

…

At least I assume

Because I hear you coloring again,

But this blindfold obscures the light –

Doesn't just bind the darkness –

And believe me, it's easy to feel alone

…

I make do with scents and sounds –

A hint of mint and evergreen,

The smells of enduring hope and determination

I can't see in your eyes

Are the air I breathe

…

The white noise repeats without growing old

Every color-shedding stroke

The swish of your hair

Shifting folds of your dress

Add up to my mental picture of beauty

…

By the time you're through

Blending pastels into a perfection of me

I've formed a sculpture of flawlessness

That exists only for me

(I wish you could see)

…

For a moment I risk a peek

From under my black silk shield

At your newborn masterpiece

(Surpassing the original by far)

But it's not the most beautiful thing I see

…

You're glowing with modest pride

Standing straight, smiling

Like I made more than just your day

And satisfaction wafts from you

In lavender-scented waves

…

Waves, tide, in your eyes

Blue of an evening sky –

I thought my vision was perfect, but

I now need to revise

And paint the soul behind your eyes

…

Shield goes up, but smile stays on

As I compliment your work

You forget to breathe

And silence steals my sight

(Close to your lips, can't hear you)

…

But time skips when you act

On my unsaid impulse –

Slight lips catch mine

A too-long-too-short moment

Gone with a rose-scented blush

…

You don't explain

I'm too tongue-tied to ask

You to do it again

And I tear off my shield

To see if the answers are written in your eyes

…

Fight back the darkness

That tries to claim my heart

Long enough to be blinded

By the sunlight cerulean in your irises

Too bright for your nervousness to hide

…

I simply hug you back –

Anything more runs the risk of

Being too much for my out-of-shape heart

The light is already overwhelming,

I can barely breathe with you

…

And you're not breathing either

But that's okay this time

Because in all the shades and senses of white

I can see you, feel you

And I don't feel alone.