there are days when i remember you.

your smile that kept me prison for years,
your eyes that drowned my every insecurity,
your hands that grounded me onto reality,
and your voice i've always longed to hear.

but on days like this,
when i just walk beside the wind that brushes past my fingertips,
a cup of coffee in one hand,
and a book with the other,
it's like you didn't even exist at all.

i've never once liked it
whenever you tell me
that all first loves
never work out.

because i know that after all
these years of
suffering and pain,
you still make me want
to rest eternally,
yet continue this forsaken life
and live again.

close your eyes and hear my call.
let your body be at peace,
let it feel nothing at all.

listen to me and pull over,
let me drive for a while.
so you can drown yourself in slumber,
from mile,
to mile,
to mile.

slowly pick yourself up,
and calm your heart.
this is my way of helping,
before you completely
break apart.

when the
weather
is
good enough,

i will
run
back home
to you.

to your warm hands
and your flushed
cheeks.
to your worn out pants
and clumsy feet.
to your lowest points
and even your peaks.

it is you that i
have been longing for.
wait for me
and you'll see how
a writer misses
their once
'mon amie'.

the light from
the sun
is no match
for the
light that comes
from you.
i need to cherish
its warmth
before
it runs out.

o thou who dwells
inside thy heart
take care of it for
it is fragile
and broken.

the pitter patter of
the raindrops
falling
from the sky
is different
from
the pitter patter of
the blood
falling
from thy wrist.

yet, both sound so
calming,
so beautiful.

and to say,
that the rain
didn't stop
that night.