A black bird sits on my windowsill.

Mocking me with its unlaboured loyalty to the present moment.

I wonder if it remembers all the valleys it flew over, all the food it pecked on.

I yearn to know all the birds it must have known.

What it felt like to feel the wind under its wings for the first time?

Does it remember?

A black bird stands behind the windowsill.

Mocked and dawned with the task of laboured living.

He'll come back
He always does
Finding his way back into your bones that carried him for so long
Returning to your blood, leaving it burning and cold at the same time
And even your hips will remember his hands, as they reach up towards them
Whilst your stomach will feel the exact same revolting butterflies as it used to

You'll find him everywhere
You'll see him in your words, the ones he taught you to say
In your chest, when it's getting harder to breath
You'll even taste him in your mouth from when you breathed him
From when you let him get into every inch of you
And now he'll always come back
Not for you, but he'll always come back

To you who whip through your pain,

Remember that your mind is abounding,
It is  mesmerizing
that when you start to talk about your ideas,
it's like your wondrous mind is pulling me
inside this enormous galaxy,
not a mere galaxy that is empty
instead it is full of heavenly bodies
and colors and life.
I fly in comfort,
I feel weightless.
When you talk about your dreams,
I can picture you collecting the stardust
and making a life out of it
Your eyes speaks like an abstract
of meteor showers
and comets
and auroras,
painted in one great canvas.
The more I explore into it,
the more I could understand
the rhythm of your thoughts.
If you're thinking
that your life had fallen apart;
Remember me,
me who you shared your light and hope with,
You came to me like a shooting star, 
So rare yet so beautiful.

Let the rusted shackles remain
all the tread-marks and the bruises
to remind me in this life,
that I was once a prisoner
of my own habits.

Show the bars were fashioned
from the idleness
of my own two hands,
which bestowed upon me the title
of lecherous warden.

“Remember me as I once was. As I was with you. Remember my laughter and uncontained excitement for the coming winter, finally to see snow for the first time. Remember me telling you how your callouses and rosy cheeks just made you more perfect for me. Remember me as the girl who embraced you from behind, someone who stole your breath away with just a couple of kisses. The girl who showed you what intimacy could be like. Remember the feel of my skin brushing lightly against yours, the heat and excitement rushing through one another, having to stop and catch our breaths. Remember the way my ribs felt underneath your hands, slowly, and nervously moving, but never going too far. Remember me as the girl who ran into the sunset racing to reach an invisible finish line. Remember the kicking pine cones all the way to your front door. Remember the endless hand holding, movie watching, laughter, games played and happiness we gave one another. Remember the winding backroads taken, the beautiful views you showed me for the first time. Remember you showing me around your small town, driving to the gas station and playing our favorite songs and singing off tune on our way back.

Don’t remember me as the girl who broke your heart twice. Each time a whisper of cold wind against your cheek as a goodbye. Don’t think about how we barely made it to May, how we never got to see that snow. Don’t remember the ignored messages, the silence that I let fill the space between us days on end. Don’t remember me as the girl who stumbled into different men’s lives only months later, confused as ever. Don’t remember the Sundays I didn’t show up. Don’t you dare dwell on the words that should’ve been said. Don’t remember me as the one who promised you forever only to start a family with someone completely different. Because I never wanted to hurt you no matter what it seemed. Just please, try and remember us laughing excitingly with one another in the sun talking about our future together and aspirations.”

A song of new lyrics, a cup of wine
Yesteryear's arbor, old season's weather
When will the sun once more shine?

In a dream dreary the flowers fall
In garden's depth and winding heap
Only the swallow's songs do I retrace
Alone on the fragrant path, I pace.

A river of lies
Cast aside my past
Cast aside my fears
Roll the dice

Hide my own self
Drown all her dreams
Drown all her hopes
Shatter the ice

Become her again
When fires dance lively
When frost walks free
Remember their price