The wind came looking for him
and take him away it did, it took him away
I could only stare as he let go with ease
Up up up and away

I still felt him there, in his room
Maybe the wind had brought him back
It hadn't. It didn't. It wouldn't. It couldn't.
It flew him to the land where they don't turn back

I cried and shouted, screeched and thrashed
The ****** wind couldn't even dry my tears
It had blown away, had set on its path
Never again would he been seen back here

He had gracefully faded and had Let go
like a painting's colors run down the canvas  
That's ****** in the water without its will
And fade into lightness, darkness decompose
Losing their color, lighter still

He flew like a skeletal leaf
Snatched by the wind from its branch
he'd always been elegant, painfully intelligent
So he left with the wind, graceful till the last

My control stood far, staring back at me
External locus, controlled externally
Tried to soak it back inside
That ball of fire should've been in my eyes
Told my soul to let it go
The world and its chances don't define your role
The future's strings can never be in our hands
So we must grasp onto our own selves
And try to stand
And with that thought
My control disappeared from in front of my sight
It found its way to me, back inside

There he lies, the one I love
Separated from me by 6 feet of soil
And every day so many people pass by
And they look on with unperturbed eyes
Have veiled conversations about how he died
These people, the majestically impaired
Carry on with their scattering lives
But I still go there and my fingers lightly touch
The stone that now shows your name
And trace its cold permanent outline
like I used to touch your warm face
And though these tears make it hard to see
They can never block the image of your smile
And though the heavy silence presses upon my ears
I hear your faint laugh echo in the light.
Oh it's torture to be able to feel but not to be able to feel you here
So I make my way back to your stone and trace the outlines with my tears

In the creeping halt of cars
When the signal turned red
I saw him on the pavement
There he was that sleeping man
In the blistering heat, On the Bed of stones
I came across him as accidentally as one
stubs a toe on the edge of a table
-and as painfully too-
I wondered who he was, What he had been and
what he had become
Did he have a family? Someone to wake up for?
I also wondered how easily I could pity him;
And not extend the same sympathy to my own self
  But of course the only answer he graced me with
Was his raspy snore, Breathing in and out, in and out
So peaceful. So raw. So oblivious.
I wished him sweet dreams.
The signal turned green and the world was awake and moving again

We say we won't let them go
That we'll hold their memories oh so close
That their imprint will linger on our souls
When they aren't with us any more
But time passes and we forget
And there remembrances don't make you cry
You can even mention them with dry eyes
And shards of glass that their absence had become
Slowly soften their edges with time  
So we forget, we forget the pain
But we forget the joy of their memories too
And we move on, like life does
Trudging on with issues new
One day we suddenly think of them
Rather how we haven't thought of them in so long
And then guilt hits dressed up as nausea
Like we cheated on them and did them wrong
And see I'm scared that now that I've lost you
With time I'll even lose your memories
what if I forget you? I can't I won't
I don't ever want you to leave me completely

Walking barefoot head swaying
To the music that the moon plays
only for me on nights like these
My hair scraping the very shoulders
That stand proudly arched back
  Under  dark windy skies
  But otherwise stoop with the sun's weight
I could say that I am tangled
Or maybe I toy around with the idea
of being a mess,   One who's knots you'll lovingly detangle
With your calloused inked fingers.
I dream with open eyes
And surround myself with longing sighs
I'd rather experience you as a pain
Than not remember you at all
That's what these nights do to me
They Take my movements and turn them into a ballad
If only daytime was as light