I can't deny the fact that when I think of you, the wind always passes through. I know you're not gone from this world, but it's like your ghost. But I think of it as we were meant to be- but for only the time it takes wind to come through. Fleeting, passing, cherished, and just for a moment.

You taught me what it means to truly cherish every bit someone gives you- no matter how close they are, no matter who they are, no matter how long they stay.

This is what life is about- love, learning to love, cherishing, living with others in every moment. It means to live when things come unexpected. I love all of the moments I can remember- however fleeting- however small- whatever they were and meant to be.

And just like the breeze- you'll come and go, and I'll cherish whatever and wherever it does- without denial.

There's a river
just threatening to spill over
unless this rain season ends
Some days I long for a drought
Can there be days full of sunshine
and no worries?
Does that exist?
A day of melting ice cream,
the meddling sun putting
you in a trance
and only the worry is
what you do with
so much day left
No threatening drops for once
or hearts freezing stiff
You just... be.
And the rivers are at bay.

Stardust.
Pianoing through time,
dusting over your fingertips,
leaving small papertrails
"Crystalize the truth for me."
And so,
stardust will.
Oh mystical stardust,
why do you come at random?
The twinkle in your eye,
dancing through your dreams,
resting on the back of the moon,
Welcome, stardust.
Welcome to this world of love and doom.

Waves come crashing, as do
memories of you
How shall I remember you?
The oncoming and dreaded storm
that sends birds to other seas
to be far from it
Or,
the gentle breeze
just gracing the sands
letting the birds glide, their
wings singing so freely
Or,
maybe I'll stay here a while longer
soaking in these waves
Because, well,
what else shall I do with all of them?

How could you?
Did you too,
ever love me?
Yes, even half past noon
How could I?
Ever love you?
Because I think I could've
Yes, even half past noon
And in the a.m.,
a quarter to two
An odd way to love, waiting in time
Maybe I shouldn't be so kind
Having you waste mine