And sometimes it feels so clear
like water as the spring arrises
That I'm not really here...
Just a little piece of something
meant to take arms to create
a much greater event
but even so,
the puzzle is far from being complete......

And when I decide to disappear
those who forget me
will make me non-existant.
and make it clear
that I'm not here

Never was.

Kissing those I love
with imaginary lips of good-bye...
Whispers of apologies,
blowing away what I was
once scolded for
like weightless feathers leaving open palms
and gliding
through the wind.