"Hold on to me as you go, hold on to the scent of the rain and the color
of sunrise, the sand in your shoes and the first time you met me, hold on to
this as you lye awake, hold on to my watch so you can make time stop, hold on
to the song you've always wanted to write and with this umbrella follow your
wet feet to where we first met and don't wait for me just keep going and this
time hold on to life."
The first time I read it I knew what
he was, a color you can't define, a color you can't wash off no matter how hard
you try a trace will always remain.
And sometimes you discover a new
place in your room where you can lay your head back on the wall and see
yourself in the mirror with all the colors of you and all the colors he left
you and once you see the world in color it can't be undone although black and
white are like air, like colors he was worth it and maybe colors like these are
meant to fade leaving you a trace to create with because they don't belong
here, they belong in a heart-shaped locket hidden in a drawer in a house on the
hill or on a stamp that has traveled the world in search of love. But life won'
t tell him that somewhere out there there's a dusty box with all the letters
she never sent, life wont tell him that she fears mirrors because she might see
him in her eyes and her wet feet can't seem to leave the place where they first
met.
And why would he stay when she's
the wave he can posses, the wave that wants to be possessed and when she stirs
his coffee she loses herself in another wave that seems to carry her somewhere
else, and when she looks in his eyes she can't get out, she's trapped in him
and when she paints there's always a part of him there. Why would he stay when
she was created in his imagination.
Why would he stay when he fell in
love with the girl with the suitcase, perhaps with the suitcase itself. But he waited
at the door because the possibility that life could be in there scared him, it
scared him that he could actually fly away like the song he hummed when he first
laid eyes on her, it scared him that he may never touch ground again so he
decided to walk her to the end of the horizon and watch her fly away like a
dream he once dreamt and at a point when all her traces fade away he will
wonder if she did exist or was she another song that he let fly away.
But some things just remain in the
back of your mind and only visit when it's silent when you're neither awake nor
asleep and they tell you "What if?"
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