I am three parts undone,
Holding onto the last link,
Trying to put myself back together again,
Trying to keep hold of the pieces that flutter in the persistent snarl of the wind.
Don't forget me
It's already so hard.
With every support that drops I feel my world crumble all over again,
Like the salt mountains that form on my tear stained cheeks,
When you leave don't let go
Too many people let go.
And now I'm swaying on my feet,
This skin is too brittle to bend in the storm,
I grow tired,
And my fingers are slipping.
I watch as what I am floats away to something more,
While I am left with all that I was,
Don't forget me
It's already too hard.
All that remains is the soft breath on which my name is whispered
Whisper me in pastels,
With soft lines and gentle blends,
Let me fade into the symphony like an afterthought the composer forgot to erase.
Let me dance on your breaths,
Let me let go-
I won't forget you.