You're not lost, just because you didn't  trust today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.

if you find yourself fresh out of love
and there, decide to give it up
i have plenty, more than enough
and will gladly give you all i've got

if your day to day gets hard to face
and you feel you need to hide away
be it early, be it late
i'll be that secret place

if you find you need somewhere to fall
i'll be the arms to catch it all
never again will you be lost
to always have to hold

We don't hold hands every day anymore,
We always used to, as we walked along
A special day was this one-  I felt so free
Your hand in mine, serenity.

A little baby cardinal  fell from its nest,
We walked by it when your sharp eye had spotted it
And your gifted mind suggested us to keep walking...
As you assumed that feeble creature has no chance,
I felt your truth, but my heart had to check
I sensed its thirst and needs for food,
I noticed its trembling little body,
I saw its broken wing,
I realized  it had nobody
To claim its well being,
I scanned the dark, creeping around,
I knew we were the only ones,
The only souls who could even try
To have its fate turned around…
So I picked it up and gave that creature - Hope.
In the palm of my hand,
I had this power all along.
We hurried to find some bread,
You've built a nest out of an old  shoebox,
We fed the starving bird together,
We beamed at its first gulps,
We felt its little heartbeats,
We made sure it has enough warmth,
We've encouraged each other.
We went to sleep filled with hope.

What happens to a broken promise?

Does it sting
like a bee?
or creates a wound
and leaves a scar?
Does it die in the heart
or grow as a seed

Maybe it just lives
like a ghost

Or it creates strangers?