Numbered

          

I'll release and free you,

from whatever kept us 

bound, untill this day. 

I'll wait for you 

while the clouds gather,

and not wish we had 

saved this chemistry.

I'll sit by the road in rain,

soaking in wet memories of us,

and watch the flowers bloom,

to bring you back around.

And when the storm is over,

when the earth is silent 

and I'm covered in mud,

I'll melt in the assonance

of your colorful wings,

while you dance in the air,

And remember the sensation

of your burning aroma,

and how my hands used 

to embrace the sky.

And no, I do not wish 

for another life with you,

but that all our sad memories

lie in pages, numbered.

©toosole