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The wind howling, eyes closed, hair flowing

Every fibre in my brain sensing your touch

With my hands free in the air, feeling all the clouds

I can discern the freedom you bring into my soul.

With my eyes closed, I finally see it all

No crowd, but one, pinkies intertwined

Falling onto the grass braver than any storm

All sorrow leaves my heart, flowing with the river.

I can still feel it through my bone; the hollow you left

All the silent noise, no melody but pictures

The sunlit smile, moonlit skin, shall I speak?

With a thud, the ground crumbles but no ears.

The love I hold with no track to record

With my stitched mouth, and folded eyes, hand reaching out

Only to prove you of my existence and how it’ll stay

My footprints marking my spot.

Everything sparks my brain now, the memories, the nostalgia

That I choose not to express, maybe it’s better this way

Mumbling, crumbling, and stumbling

No clatter, is it better to fly or to stay?