Meant to Fly
Tracing the dotted lines
between our love and its existence,
I cradle your lost smiles tenderly,
tucking them forever into my heart
Numbness seeps into my soul,
vacant eyes reflecting my sorrow -
my empty world paved over and sky
seeded with visions of better times
I trace your name on a tree trunk
now stretched way out of my reach.
Yellowed photos thrown in a box -
amethyst shadowed flashbacks
I stand screaming at the sky
flashing our love and its ending
of crippled wings and stolen soul
when I was always meant to fly.
To the One Who Took All My Favourite Things...
I am making a list
By no means exhaustive
Of what you took from me
Not being scared
I miss it the most
If you could find a way
To return that
Please
Feeling that the world
Was a safe place
Where people could be happy
I would like that back
As well
Accepting the touch
Of someone who loved me
Instead of pulling away
In breathless panic
That one was precious
I keep finding more things
Missing
You took everything
Perhaps
And if you don't plan
To return it
Could I just ask you
Please
Was it worth it?
