For a Girl

"It was our song"

She hummed with her pencil

about to dance

in yellow paper.

The sky shut

with a grimace,

to my dismay

and to everyone else

that really knew your name.

You ask me

what was wrong

love was behind

but where is the line

I don't think the

line

is really

traced

at this point of our lives.

But we

cannot help ourselves

indulged in love

we

take the line

and like a bind

we drown

ourselves

in a fuzzy dream.

Very bad,

life goes on

for an instant

Behind this rain lies a sunset,

wide and variegated.

And the thoughts

and memories

that are far lost

behind ourselves

we turn our backs

and sit on a train

and there is an outpour

raining, big dark clouds.

Fogged windows.

Paris awaits,

with a sun as big as our

souls.

We deserve the journey,

to wander in nature.

We never really allowed ourselves.

This is a process.

We're all learning.

"Life."