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

better understand,

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.