Today I am sad,
Sad for the girl who had dreams,
Sad cause it truly seems like they are slipping away,
Sad for the tears that stream down her face like drops of hope,
leaking from her being,
Hope that she could also have the life she wanted,
the life she wished,
Sad that with each sigh she only gets further and further away,
But mainly sad cause she can't be happy for the accomplishments of her loved ones.
That *****. She *****.

I think of you from time to time
You float into my mind like a whisper
A sliver of a life I wish I had
A sigh of a dream long faded

It's strange what we remember,
What memory decides to stay,
In the corner of our individual galaxy way.

In the midst of all the madness,
In the midst of a daily day,
With no expectations, you dropped my way.

Words were not shared, never to meet again,
Your dazzling smile stole my breathe away.
It was a fleeting moment, etched in my brain.

It's strange what is important,
A smell, a song, a way,
Being so small in this galaxy way.

Sweet Anticipation.
As the words escape my mouth,
Pouring out,
Revealing all the thoughts, all the fears,
All that is me.

I feel most vulnerable then,
Open as a book,
Exposed to the world,
Piercing glances, weird looks,
But with each thought on paper,
Word on song,
Each feeling expressed,
Emptiness gone,
There is no hesitation,
Its sweet anticipation.

As the words escape my mouth,
Pouring out,
I am at peace,
The ultimate release,
No care of being judged,
I won’t begrudge me,
This sweet anticipation.

And as I come to an end,
Last line sung,
I feel empty again,
Emotionally wrung,
I walk away,
Tears strolling down my cheek,
I miss the apprehension.
The sweet Anticipation.

No two relationships are the same, we are different people with....different people.
Who I am with my best friends is different from who I am at work,
And so when someone leaves, they take that person with them.

What I miss the most of you leaving, is that person. That me.
That girl, who was carefree and silly and real.
Who was hyper and loud and herself.

But I would loose a thousand such people, if that means you could breathe again,
I miss you each and everyday.
And just you being alive and well, would be everything, irregardless of if I could be alive with you.

Now I just hope you are in a better place,
Because that's the least you deserve.
You were good people.

You seeped into my life like paint blotched into water
faded and frivolous.
Your warm yellow and green surrounding me with
smiles and laughter.
Cautious and caring, carefree and cocky
Painting me in acceptance, friendship and companionship.
Each dip of the brush, staining my soul with more vivid hope
Slowly questioning the significance of it all.
And just as slowly as you dripped into the crevice of my cracks
Just as fast you faded into the murky blue realm.
Leaving me with wistful sighs, unfinished lines and hazy dreams,
An unfinished masterpiece. If Only?