Today the clouds are beautiful
wispy trails of lace-fine droplets.
Somehow, everything is almost the same
even without you.
Maybe this is a sign that I can move on,
that I am moving on.
That I can step onto that shimmering
watery surface and not sink into
a crystal clear wave of memories.
Let me go, and I will promise
to relive you in every breath,
every glance, every smile.
Somewhere in those clouds, you are
waiting for me. Someday when
my life has become lighter than this,
I will join the clouds
to find you.