my throat was rotted and dry,
as I urged for you to hear my cries,
as if make you hear me again,
as if to try and show you my smile again,
to smile and show you,
how everything will be alright,
wouldn't it be nice,
like the puzzle becoming complete finally.
but my voice cant speak these words,
and my lips and throat aren't moist enough,
to motion this smile we both truly need,
to speak these words to stop the cries,
as if to tell you its all going to be alright,
so we will part ways, drift, and fly away this night,
just a poem.
