It’s interesting watching yourself lose your spark.
Like watching a fire get smothered.
until it just finally goes out.
You sit back and wonder,
if it’s just coming with age,
if you are growing up and realizing
that not everything is worth your opinion.
Or if you just lost the fight
that you used to have in you.
My mind goes back to you
at random moments.
It’s always the days
that I never thought you’d pop into my head.
When people make little statements,
unknowingly making my mind drift
to what could have been.
It’s only then
that I find myself
that the outcome would have been different.
That you would be here,
in my arms,
safe and sound.
Where you were meant to be.
I fell in love with how much you have to say
like you’ve never met someone
who speaks the same language as you.
My favorite color before you was black.
But it was only after meeting you,
that I realized
the color of the trees so closely matched
the color of green in your eyes.
I found myself
having a newfound love of nature.