where winds will blow
and leaves may fall
again, tomorrow
the birds will call
when words are hollow
and dark like night
oh, i will follow
till it turns light

incoherent,
my words to ears
but in right hands,
they will hear
for they may seem
like grains of sand
but if aligned,
it’ll all make sense

dearest megan,
my sweetest friend
our time is coming
to an end.
but what will halt,
will never leave
our friendship
lasts for eternity.