Goodbyes
It wasn’t predictable
I didn’t know things would happen this way
Orange, red, yellow hues swirling as time stopped
The fall day gasping a breath of air
Holding the buzzing insects at bay in its stomach
The crisp taste of rain in its mouth
Absolutely nothing in its head
How could I say anything?
An empty park in the dead of winter
The sunlight kissing the blossoms of spring
Bright fireworks in the heat of summer
Take my whole life away darling
A thief of something carnal within me from the moment our eyes met
I see the life we could have had unfold before us
The pain was worth it
I see the world lose its vigor around you
Take in the beauty you deserve
The cold, the heat, the love, the life
Birth of something cosmic between us
Hello there
It’s so very nice to meet you
I’m so happy you came into this world
So that we could meet in the fall breeze
Orange, red, yellow hues swirling around us as time continues without me
I let out a breath of air
My butterflies in my stomach climbing out of my throat
The rain clearing away on my tongue
And my reason returning to my skull
How could I not love you?
I imagined you so beautiful surround by ice in the winter
Amidst the sun and flowers of spring
The air melting around you in the summer
May you be the most beloved thief they’ve ever met
It’s so very great to finally meet you
I hope you enjoy your time on this Earth
You were only 5 pounds, 11 ounces
And I already see the life this world owes you unfolding before you
Take my life away darling
I hope you do terrible, fantastic, beautiful things with it
Nobody knew things would go this way
Time ticked on, leaving behind only me and my droning red line
I let out my gasp of air for the last time
The butterflies having long left my body
The sky clear in spite of last night’s rain
I find peace in the emptiness of my head
How could I not love you?
The 9 months you told me you loved me
And I couldn’t say it back
Your eyes are so full of wonder
Hello there
How amazing it was to finally meet you
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