For never forgetting,

i know i've been the star that lost it's luster,
the snow that lacked glimmer,
and the sentences that were barren of words.
i'm a road with no end,
and i wish you could turn around,
take the last exit.
i don't want to drown you in my rain,
so grab an umbrella,
and turn around.
i'll close my eyes,
for it would kill what's left of me to watch you leave.
but you need to.
i need me,
you need you.
we're not in eachothers skies anymore,
i've gone this way,
you've gone the other.
i don't know where you're headed,
and i'm not sure where i'll end up,
but a part of me you'll stay forever.

For windows,

if i don't scream in your direction,
will you turn to look through the other window?
i used to be that one,
the one you always watched the sunrise behind.
just beyond the ledge,
you can see the clouds that mingle together with spontaneity,
making perfect pictures in the skies,
perfect pictures like the ones we used to find together.
we breathed in the air,
watching our own exhaled clouds float up to where we wanted to be.
i think you might be there finally,
mixed up with the other clouds that i could never reach.
and in the midst of my lack of sleep and overdriven dreams,
i'm whispering outside your window,
behind the glass,
the lock,
the key,
unable to be heard.

For the storm i'm in,

the sky feels empty, even with clouds.
the sun isn't warm, even while beating down.
yet i'm cold, and translucent wherever i go.
your voice is the thunder that wakes me in a storm, and it's still ringing though the rain has passed.
i never thought i'd need an umbrella,
i had you to shield me from the dampening skies.
i'll still never dry if i were to spend countless days not thinking of the sun.
it's hard to decipher it just yet,
but the calm before the storm doesn't exist,
there's never going to be one when it's all rendered.
i don't want to hide from the storm if that means i'll stay from you.
but i can't find a cloud that's no longer gray.
maybe this lightening will untangle our winds,
but i've learned to not count on faulty weather predictions.
i can't see when this rain will stop,
but i know i'll be left jumping into the puddles of the next storm.
i'll still stand here waiting for the clouds to clear,
these raindrops just aren't falling into my hands.

For my bird,

the wind brushes against my skin,
a single chill goes down my spine.
i look up, hoping to find a cloud to cover the sun from burning my eyes.
no clouds,
just overwhelming light i want to run from.
the tips of trees glow,
the dew on the grass glistens.
as i sit under the shadow of a tree i think to myself,
the skies are so frightening,
i'll never be up there,
out there,
spreading my wings.
i close my eyes to hide from it all,
hoping to open them to a new sky.
to my surprise, i opened my eyes to a change.
i lost my breath and stumbled as i watched the most peculiar bird soar up past the trees and into the sky above me.
no fear was visible,
no doubt,
and no hesitation held it back.
i wished to be that bird,
i wished to have that tenacity.
i held out my hand to be it's perch,
and i stared so far into its eyes,
i saw you deep down inside the midst of piercing green.
you catch my breath for me,
since i'm unable to speak.
but instead of staying put,
you flew up into the sky.
it took me just a minute to realize why.
you fly so high, so proud, so strong;
everything i'm not.
i smile.
the skies can be so clear, you show me.
i don't need clouds to hide me,
i need you, to watch over me.
the first time i spread my wings,
you watch me.
i can be a bird,
i can be like you,
i can be for you.
you push me to the edge of my brances,
and off i go.