Just

You were meant to be

Sunflowers in concrete

We used to drink the skylights

And we didn't know a thing

Pouring wine into the sea

Dancing on two broken heels

And the saxophone plays, forever

That tune that you nearly remember

You were like june and august, combined

Radiant neon lights to advertize

The brightness of your mind's eye

Chords that you inverted in your life's song

Screaming hatred at the moon

Blaming the rigid ancestry

Placing gentle questionmarks in all of the unbearable company

You were just the incarnation

Of everthing one wants to be

Smiling crystals from ice machines

Conversating with the wind and bargaining with seasons

You always knew when to live and when not to

Because you kept on breathing mist on mirrors

Until your breath ran out

To play with others, elsewhere

But then again

You are learning how to be

A sunflower that grows on streets

A song of falling raindrops

A footprint on a sandy road

An echo that comes closer