I'm at an intersection with a stoplight stuck on yellow,
And it's fine since I still don't know where to go.
A right turn may lead me back to you,
A left, maybe to a somewhere, someone new.

But none of that matters now.
I'm on still yellow.
I'm still here but not really,
lingering, but not entirely.

Right now I'm asking myself if leaving is really the answer?
Asking myself is it still a worth a shot staying together?
What is it that's holding me back?
was this an unsolvable problem or just bad luck?

I don't have the answers but that's alright,
It's still yellow on the stoplight.
Giving me plenty of time alone to think,
to reflect if to sail or to sink.

It will turn green soon and I think I know,
That straight ahead is the way to go.
Down this road, looks like it will be just me,
And it's fine to just let it be.

He always wanted to be somewhere else,
and she just wanted to be his home.
He wanted to take flight
while she wanted to grow roots.

And all this time
they'll have you thinking they could never be.

But in the middle of it all,
the sky found sea.

He realized
anywhere in the world with her
is home,

and she realized
roots can grow wings too.

To tell you the truth,
I tried to turn you into a poem.
I guess I was hoping that
you'll stay,
even in paper.

To tell you the truth,
I tried to turn you into a painting.
I guess I was hoping that
you'd be able to bring back
some of my colors.

To tell you the truth,
I tried turning you into a song.
I guess I was hoping that
your voice would hush
all these thoughts in my mind.

But words are not enough,
my watercolors were all but dull,
and my piano, well, it's been
out of tune for such a long time
I don't know if it can be fixed.

I tried turning you into art
because I thought maybe you'll
be back to save me, again.

And I'm sorry for that.

You are own masterpiece,
with characters and hues and tones
I could never replace
and it's selfish of me to alter all that.

I am thankful, for you brought back
all the hope I lost in the wind,
and you are living your own life now

and it's time I do the same

And after all the chaos,
after the noise,
after painting the skies,
all that is left
is the quiet
and the dark.

Too bad our fireworks
don't last forever,
every moment too fast
to be captured.

But don't worry,
we'll try again next year.

i.
I don't know what to say
to you anymore.

ii.
I am now keeping
my distance because
I fear losing you.

iii.
I never planned for
you to mean this much.
But you already are
and I don't know
what to do if you
ever disappear.

iv.
I really like talking to you though.
You always ask me what's wrong,
to speak some more, to sing,
to rant the stress away
and you have to understand
that things like these come
really rare for people like me.

v.
I don't want to let you go.
I don't want you to let go.

vi.
I still listen to the song you wrote,
your voice, it still puts me to sleep.

vii.*
I don't know what to do anymore,
and maybe that's why I'm writing.