A flower I dared not pluck -
out of love for your radiance,  
out of fear of your silent ache,  
out of care for your unfolding,  
out of awe for the life in you.  

The thought of your wither  
was a storm I could not weather;  
so I let you be, untouched,
praying you would bloom,
forever reaching toward the sun.

Letting you bloom was my wish,
but when the storms came too strong,
you decided to wither away,
because the weight of the world,
felt heavier than your light.

Holding the memory of your petals,
I wonder, if my hands, though gentle,
could have held you together or,
if the storms were always destined
to take you back to the earth so soon.

Red hues and golden lights,
light up on the buildings at night,
like fireflies of varying sizes.
Weaving through the air,
their reflections and the ripples,
feels a dance to a symphony.
A wonder to the eyes,
of people buzzing in and out,
ready to bet fragments of themselves,
in a place where fortunes flicker like fleeting stars.

Yet to me, they blur,
I feel a hollow glow,
And I close my eyes.

And there you are-
with little brown eyes,
soft and glowing with kindness,
your heavenly smile,
a sunrise breaking through the gray,
Memories of gentle whispers,
melting the weight away like summer breeze,
and a river of your laughter,
sweep all of the shadows to a distance.

My mind becomes a sky,
and for a while, in the vastness,
stars bloom and the heart twinkles.

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we didn't do

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we could've done

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we wont be able to do