drip drop
the soft pattering
of the August rain
brings a soothing feeling

drip drop
the angry storm burst
giant raindrops
on September morning
urged me in hiding

drip drop
the cold drizzle
of that October afternoon
pulled me into sleeping

drip drop
the crying rain on
that 1st day of November
was missing

drip drop
there's no
playful rain
that 24th of December
only specks of snow were falling

when the lights are off
I hear your skin cracking
    through the ceiling

         I wait outside
   you run out of cotton
      the glass chooses
       to be half empty

you are made out of glass
               and your skin cracks

I'm the sink-woman
landing on the floor
                      waiting

I remember him loving on me.
I remember being touched.
I remember looking into his eyes .
I remember feeling like I was enough.

One sunny day
You took me in your arms
And whisked me away
To places where I want to be

Alas, despite our adventures
I can never truly know where I've been --
I was but a careless tourist.

winter comes,
and you leave
without a sound or an apology.

as spring rolls in,
i grieve and fear
that i won't be able to let go of you.

but by summer,
i laugh
and meet new people.

slowly,
but surely,
you fade away from my memories,
and by fall,
i had forgotten all the ways i spent my time,
thinking about what will never be mine,
and then,

i let go.

Hot air blows on your face
Radio plays on the background
You on your balcony,
Looking at the streets below you
Watching people passing by,
carrying excitement in their steps.

And suddenly you remember
Remember your old friends from your old life
Your old parents in your old house
Your old books in your old bedroom
And your old journal with your old feelings

The first time I said his name, he asked me how I knew him.
I was thrown. I knew him and I knew Kim.
What we've been through -
Your family and I;
I often lay awake at night and toss and turn and sigh.
I felt like taking his head in my hands and saying
"Your brother - he was mine."
But I didn't.

He lives in the house next to my parents.
And knew me until I left. Bereft.
Then he sees me now -
and acts as if he doesn't know me.
Like he hasn't held my hand or cried,
Well that's what's really thrown me.
The tree in your garden. It's planted for him.
With me at the window, watching tiny you and Kim.

We used to sit in that garden, late into the night.
Until everyone was gone, left with nothing but starlight.
Oh, what we've been through -
Your family and I;
To this day I lay in bed and sometimes have a cry.
So I was thrown, to the bone, and feeling so small...
When I realised that in your mind,
- I didn't exist at all.

It's been years but you still call me your angel
It's been years but you still talk to me the same
It's been years and you've had other girls
Why do you still miss me?
Was it the way I made you feel like you could do anything
Was it the way I giggled when you called me silly
Was it that I'd look at you like you were the only person in the room
Or was it my smile in the morning?
Well whatever it was it must still be here
Why else would you keep coming back to me?

Do you remember?
When we were young and chased
our lives away?

Across this field of sunflowers
I walk endlessly in search of what is
gone--In search of what cannot be

But each time I return, time has
stopped and here we are again--

running along the bright, yellow dots
flowing in the breeze.

basking in the bright blue sky as it kisses
the earth.

Here we are again--
Chasing. Chasing.

Chasing.

Never thought I'd listen to Kodaline,
as I walk down the Memory Lane

Oh, Clementine
For when I was with you I've always been sane
You said you'd be at nine
But since you were no longer mine,
I spent all night with you in my mind
And glasses of champagne on my hand

Oh, Clementine
It's hard for me even to draw a line
Letting you go costs insanity I can't define
With countless loss of dopamine
But I guess if you're fine
I'd do my best not to intervene

Oh, Clementine
February 14th you're no longer my Valentine
Driving through the sreets I ran out of gasoline
But the time is due and I've come to the deadline
While sighing 'I'm done'
I know it's time for me to be gone