when the rain felt heavy, and clouds were too dark to see,
come find me.
in between the moon and stars,
come find me.
in the little things I loved,
come see me.
you should know that I am not gone; I am everywhere. I left empty-handed.
if I were to choose between my pen and my book, I would choose you because you are both to me.
the book is every yesterday we shared;
the pen is the tomorrow I must leave behind.
to choose you is to keep both the memory and the hope.
but you are the words I never got to write,
and the only story I ever wanted to read.
when the quiet gets too loud,
just listen.
it won't be too hard because it's just you and everything else.