Standing in front of 70 people, holding your head high
Chest proud, arms straight and strong
The music in the palm of your hand and in the light of your eyes
The sky soaking up the sound of the band playing
The crowd behind you silent and in awe as you conduct a wall of noise
Music
It's the feeling of one thousand happy memories flooding your head
A whole rush of horses pounding through your heart
Making it race with power
Pride
Courage and bravery
Having the feeling of control coursing through your veins
Is like injecting caffeine straight to your system
it overwhelms, and it consumes.

There is something to be said about the silence that navigated
Our second to last kiss as if it was searching for someone to blame;
It's the same as realising that when you asked for space
I foolishly gave you enough galaxies so you could always find a place to shine.
But now, in this moment where I am inches away from reaching for your hand

I understand why the earth circles the sun-
Celestial longing clinging on to the rope that this swing is swung
I hold out my arms to the space where you no longer belong,
With lips laced with goodbyes and the taste of your tongue.