I had it all.

I had you.

I had me,

And within,

A constant melody.

I had eyes,

I had hands,

I had freckles on my shoulder.

I had wings,

That weren't mine.

I had vibes,

And tunes and tones...

A knotted rhythm...

A vagrant pulse...

A vague silent choir.

I knew by then,

I was never the same.

Time was not to blame

But a depiction of myself

Watching yourself

Going away that night.