Sigh between leaves

In the space between thoughts and clouds...

In the moments between a breath and the sigh of flowers...

                

All this

No matter what, the world keeps spinning and people keep meeting in huddles and pockets and little gaps in-between spaces. 

Nebula

Shedding of something beautiful. 

Nothing lasts forever. 

It all ends. 

But as it does, 

it's breathtaking.

Hush

A hush falls upon my night. 

A quiet sound so loud.

I can hear my heart beating. 

Or are they my thoughts saying "Come, let's play!"

Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never. We were never meant to be. 

Memory

Why cannot memory be erased? Why is the brain so complicated? What goddamn shelf, file, memory bank has you stuck in it?  

Softly

When was the Book of Love written? 

Who penned their feelings first? 

Who presented their thoughts to another and said " Carry me softly. My heart is fragile".