We walk on maybe's and hug in what ifs,
Questioning new change and silenced to talk
Yet we think.
Creating a mirage of possibilities, shredding value in the process
I have been skinned, my bones are all you have. With this I hope you realise soon that only dust will remain, and as the wind blows I simply hope you grab a handful of the moments you felt loved, supported and not alone.
We no longer kick the puddles happily at each other, or flicker trails of water as light humour when the rain pours.
The trust that at one point resided in your heart, now washes down a drain of hope, wishing it would surface, again.