clear skies
The tiny pale-yellow flower of the story
swayed in the wind from the day it was born
that swing of childhood
swinging to and fro in the cascade of memories
staring at the sky, the surrounding melody
watched a petal try to fall
that day when I skipped a class for you
that day the petal fell
emptiness of the classroom
why can't I see it?
disappearing feel of the rain on us
I want to feel it again
courage I never knew I had
wanna wanna ask again
will you wait
or are you going
that day the wind was blowing
I tried to hold your hand
but in the falling rain
you faded from sight
how much longer before
you're next to me again
waiting for the skies to clear
maybe I'll be better then
a long time ago there was
someone who cared dearly for you
but the wind blew
and the distance grew
waiting for the day
when I can be with you again
but funnily enough, at the end
you still whispered, goodbye.