My body pulls to you like the
waves reach for the moon.
Every atom of my being shakes in
the absence of your energy.
Your face, so elusive, only caught in my memory.
Your feet leave no trace in the places you've been but your finger prints are still tattooed
onto my heart.

A touch so soft you wouldn't know unless you looked and saw for yourself.
Theres no camera to catch you
and thats where I get doubtful
that we were ever really there.
Yet I felt it. I felt the warmth of returning to the star dusts that I came from and the blistering cold after I drifted away.
The wind blows but I remained yours
no matter which way it took me.
Celestial beings with no more urge than to be whole. A brilliance I couldn't stand in when I was tarnished and bruised fruit that no one could manage to draw.

I picked up and hid away,
patched up the wounds
that left your hands ******
and tried to find a new way but
every road has led back to you.
Here I stand in the pouring rain,
boombox blasting about a pink cloud summer
that i'm certain you've already had without me.
So close the windows and drown me out
but if you think twice, please come down.