i find myself here
by where we left it
the wind on my skin
the scent of the evening
the melancholy feeling of
something so empty
yet somehow so fulfilling
i find time in this
in the way i made this
the way i wanted it to be
a beautiful vase
with roses filling
a room i never knew
i needed until now
i paint the time
with bricks
stacking them
building rooms
in homes i never got to see
but that’s the beauty of this
when everything feels
real
when the wind wraps around me
when time slows
when moments transcend
and i feel
ever so calm
inside my head
i love how i exist
in time
in places
in ways i never knew
i could exist at all
i read atop
the mountains i painted for you
the way distance feels
so close
yet impossibly far
and i hear the grasshoppers
singing a song
i never had the chance
to sing for you
i thought i needed you
i truly felt it
but maybe i didn’t
because if i had
life would have found a way
to keep us in the same place
time has a way of giving us
exactly what we need
not always when we ask
not always how we imagine
but always when we’re ready
so if i don’t have you now
then maybe
i never needed you now
maybe i only needed
the version of myself
who met you
because time never really takes
without quietly giving
something back
and maybe that was always
what this was