tsomla.

clear.

clear and concise.

your fingers

paint pictures

of palm trees

in the wind.

and i can still

see that sparkle

in your eye.

i can feel your

excitement when

you handed me

some forgetmenot

you'd been holding

for god knows how long.

how you jumped at

opportunity

to finally give

it over.

goodbye to all

i thought i knew,

and to all you

thought you had.

goodbye to trials.

goodbye to streetlamps.

that lullaby you sang

in some language

i wish i could

fully comprehend.

that time it was

time to step up

for once in my life.

goodbye to staying

up all night with you,

and goodbye to

floating in your dreams.

you found me in the ocean

when my ship had

lost its sail.

from the deep, you came,

and in blue you shall remain.

key after key.

slowly tapped.

resources i never

knew i had;

instincts, untapped.

i thought you were

playing the song for me.

i struggle with the thought

that it was about me

for the future.

you took my hand

and said to me,

"this could be the end."

your face was stern,

and my heart continued to beat.

what i never saw coming,

but i always knew.

now you're a ghost,

and i will make a bet

that any passerby

can walk right through

you.

goodbye to all the

great romances

of the 21st century.

goodbye to the lion's

roar, but not the honey

in his head.

goodbye to shops of gold,

but never what you said.

goodbye to the dead flowers

you left me with,

and you walked away.

[you never did,

but you always do.

i'm just a kid,

you never knew.

you gave me wings

and i never flew.

we counted kings,

something grew.

and now i'm through,

these drops of rain.

falling fast,

it's just a game.

and now at last,

i'm chasing fame.

chasing something,

not the same.

check the books,

i called your name.

hear the hooks.

it's such a shame.]

author's rebuttal,

you've called me down.

i'm here to plead my case.

i'll make it back to

that broken sail,

in the middle of the ocean.

or at least to the palms

you painted me.

to the lullaby you sang.

your silly little games.

goodbye to speaking,

whispering,

breathing.

you're dead now.

this is your funeral.

you're dead and gone.

and just before they

box you in,

i see life in your eyes.

goodbye.

we are not the same.