It's just that I never tried
Filling water to a barrel
With a *******.
Futility, I should say.
That is quite true, expectedly true
Before I met you.

Some nights I shake inside
Uncontrollably.

I always feel that I am bound
To take the worst case scenario.
And it's funny
And sad. But it's alright.

I once flew in the same air
As the one you're swimming.

For this boy, a trip down memory lane
Is only a knock away.
But his hands are heavy
And only his tears are brave
Enough to fall and roll
The only feeling of cold
That his nerves can serve.

All of him is heavy
His spirit, breath and heart.
But it seems like everything
Is light enough to go with the wind.
Leaving him in poverty and dullness
And a trip down memory lane.

Mountains are not our thing
For beings so small as we are.
But a handful of earth
Really, a pinch of it, our hands can handle.

If cherishing the fading photograph
Of your face and and it's frown
Be the last thing I do
Then I'd do it gladly and with all my might.

This month I'll remember you
Like any other month.
And like any other month
I can't forget you just yet.