How is it that you have left,
But I’m the one who is gone.
Do you see me still?
Dying without you here
Pieces that fall and,
Pieces that dance knowing where you are.
Break free of this.
Into wild skies of blue and cloud
Winds will touch my face and I will think of you
Arms spread on hilltops
And never-ending light
This is you.
The beauty in the hardest parts.
The beautiful part of me.
Stand still, and watch for movement.
I walk in search of something familiar,
And wait for you to come
Invisible and quiet
I just need a minute to find you again.
And this is you.
The song in my head.
The beat of his heart.
The piece that is found.
The one I always miss.
sendtoharvey Said:
on May 10, 2009 at 4:52 am
i liked that…