To just be a feather
To just be a butterfly
To just be a word

for the one you love.

To just be a fading distraction
To just be a faltering flame
To just be a flickering dream

for the one you love.

To just be a vivid nightmare
To just  be a growing terror.
To just be a salt on his wound

for the one you love

Leaves me speechless.
Leaves me wordless.
Leaves me hopeless.

Featherless.
Wingless.
Flightless.

Like a ghost.

My love was a torrential rain.
My love was a sweeping tornado.
My love was a crushing wave.

For that gentle boy.
For that wounded soul.
For that wingless sparrow.

Is there a tear in your eyes.
Is there a tear in your heart.
Is there a tear in your words.

How would I know?

I’ve gone with the birds.
I’ve gone with the wind.
I’ve gone with the moon.

Leaving your to your own heart.
Leaving you to your own silence.
Leaving you to your own words.

Be at peace.
Be at ease.
Be free.

But don’t forget,

Some Birds return in spring.
Some winds return at night.
The moon wane and waxes-

Nothing is truly over.
Unless you decided it is.