One day, it will happen,
And the wind
Will stay, the clouds will remain
But that laugh won’t be
You will leave
As naturally as you came
My pride and my heart, battling
For a spot on the throne
You will leave
So let me bottle that pain and use it
To mutilate myself in ways
I thought I never could
You will leave
So let me not keep fantasizing
Let my dreams collapse upon themselves
Like mountain peaks caving inwards with arms outstretched
Wishing I could bottle you up, along with this moment
Two parallel pieces of broken glass fitting imperfectly,
A smile that makes me unsteady.
Hearing your light laugh from behind those abandoned trees
Those roots emerging from the ground, intertwined and sure.
Now up under those lights, that smile is gone,
the lilacs and wisteria still laced with your hair.
Even shattered glass has its origin
Look from my eyes and see how I see it
But in the end, what’s the use.
Reference FI: https://pixabay.com/photos/wisteria-flower-blossom-bloom-5038666/