What's holding us together
is the only blanket we have
out in the lonely nights of yesterdays.
Sometimes the leaves scatter,
seasons travel, and the
colours change.
People will pass by,
leaving traces, footprints fading,
and kissing you a scar.
We are, all but united
and we don't have what it takes
to fix the broken beings that
these missing years did to us.
Even though your words still
hurt, like a gripping vine in my chest;
I still knew that
the only thing binding us:
was maybe, this sky
that we promised our lives