Today, we carried the world in our pockets
We ran away.
We landed near the tree where you always chose to stay
We played outside while we waited for the rain
We had a lovely day.
We let the sun shine through the blossoming of every moon
The sky felt smooth, and when the rain finally fell,
You smiled, calm, and steadily glowing, blooming against any rain that would ever have to fall again.
And just like the flowers in the end, you laid there, unharmed, waiting.
Today, we had a lovely day.
I could write that your coat was black; and they would think I meant dark as night.
They would probably analyze the complexity of your coat, but to me it was the simple sky.
Because even with the darkness of hidden secrets, the pockets were blue, and you were my light.
It comes every so often between
the hours of two and four.
They are usually filled with fog, but
this one is clear.
Its transparency resembles that of
the deepest part of the sky.
It is here where he stares at me.
His smile radiates every corner of the small sky, and
he sits there, curious, filled with anticipation.
It begins to fall apart, and just like the
cracks in our skin,
It won't be mended.
In the end, the fog always returns, but I
can still catch his smile.
I can still feel his hair,
ruffling with the non-existent wind
and it's only here where he always
decides to stay.
And even if things don't work out we will always have those years where all we knew was us.
Where all that mattered was us.
Where we knew that our love was different and the strongest of all.
Where I know that it still is.
I know you'll realize it one day.
When you do I will be here waiting with my arms wide open.
Waiting to fall into beauty again.
Waiting to start dreaming again.
Waiting for hope.
Waiting for you.
— The End —