empty lobbies and boarding time

I've made homes out of people
Lived in the eye of the storm
Not known it until it left
footprints of ruin
Loved with an electric passion

Seen the faint stretch of the night sky
as it gave way to dawn
Clicked my shutter on enough
nooks, and corners of hills
tried to capture scents on a camera
foolish enough to believe
memories lasted forever

I've flown over the Alps
Watched valleys seep themselves in pink
Seen giraffes walk away into the sunset
Made two feet tall snowmen
on a sixteen feet cover of white
Gazed at the Milky Way
And it's million wonders

and craned my neck
to the point of strain
trying to remember
sounds, smells, trinkets

I've spent evenings after evenings
on the same ledge watching
my fawn colour fur ball
against grey sheets of rain
and woken up to mornings
after mornings
to beautiful sunshine making
silhouettes out of real life characters
I've associated songs with forests
streams and brooks
people and their colognes

I've seen lakes washed with lilacs
believing my love story too
was lilac and faintly gold
and I've believed

Believed like only I can. 

you

you know the
clichés
they kept doling out
as if we
our fates
came in sealed envelopes

a storm and a
hurricane
we played out our parts
pretty well
I'd say

like amateur actors
under the spotlight
we shone
the moon in my heart
and the suns in your fists

only our scenes together
made our vulnerabilities
resonate
echo and sound
together
apart

you and I
we made
ghost towns out of
each other

if I ever visit again
I'll be sure to step
over the craters
on roads and side lanes
but I hope
I'll muster up
the courage
to go see the pale lilacs
you planted for me
last spring
cause I told you
that the colour
reminded me of home
or you