I am a part of you, if you let me,
I exist because of you, because you let me,
and now it is time to say good-bye
to old ideas,
to former complements,
to suggest we move on and
our lives are meant for growing.
When I feel like I do
I sometimes wonder about you
whether you might know the same
if the fleeting moments
still make sense
as that autumn day
when we really didn’t know,
but back when no one really cared.
Now in the twilight
a wide array of life above me
sparkling like layers of brushstrokes
holding court like a canvas
placed in the center room
for everyone’s eyes everywhere
to help recognize we’re not alone,
yet, we really are alone.
So I fill the time with nostalgia,
when I think about you,
and how you might know me today,
I can’t be proud,
I’ve never know how to allow myself
to feel really proud.
Instead, I keep carrying my satchel
the one that holds my dreams,
I can’t afford to spill them
more than I already have …
They remain a part of you.