Lullabies at 3am
So let me tell you about the time that the air harassed my lungs and it got harder to breathe.
I keep thinking of the times I can't feel them slipping off my grasp until they're too far gone and it's just too late to stop everything going into motion.
What was then an arm's reach is now no longer in my line of vision, my horizon that was then coloured by the sunset is now covered with a veil.
I can no longer see but baby I also can no longer feel.
And maybe you left breadcrumbs for me to follow but I was too blinded by the illusion of what once was to see your poetry is all that I ever need, an awakening that is too hard to speak. I was so captivated by the shattered ruins of the home I once lost I didn't realize the home that you built for me, the garden that you planted in me and the brick trails to an open door that will be locked with your embrace.
And maybe today I'll try shouting at the sun in hopes that it sets soon, so when the sky is painted in pink hues I will remember how your fingers feel on my heart, like a symphony at the back of my mind-the one I can't erase.
And maybe this time the hollowness of my heart is filled,
With the sunsets that I share with you.
With the sunsets that I share with you.