where are you

i wish my breathe could reach you as the wind 

how funny is it that we were born to the same stars

if i can gift you the sun 

i would take its rays and write your name in the sky

blend the colors of the sky to match your eyes 

i fear this fire, this light won’t last fortnight 

for you are my source 

my reason to be 

i like the rain 

but i love your light 

guide me through the water that i drown under 

i lick my salty lips wishing to catch the ghost of yours 

the only sign you were ever mine are the freckles on the bridge of my nose

and the fading red that flushes over my body

how i wish i had a bridge from you to me 

for now i can only speak of you to the moon of you 

pray he passes the message 

exclaiming my love for you 

to the clouds and the stars 

send me songs when you think of me

with the crickets and the cats 

your melody my lullaby until you come back to me 



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