Infinite, limited
and grounded
yet so high.

Just like the clear blue shy,
rain comes and goes,
seasons visit
but air stays.

If only the touch of your feels
were tangible
like rain
maybe it wouldn’t have been a maze
with blind mice in a race.

Just to hear your voice
this one last time
with calm winds
and a blissful season.

Flowers smile
with every step you take,
paving your way into a better place.

With a split second of lightning,
you were gone
and thunder took over.

I have never felt such storm within me.

Memory of...

Written by: Leechle ❤️