to the boy who flies on the wind -
you never intended to stay, whether you knew it or not.
the sky was always,
always bright with the color of possibilities, the
tropical scent of catching,
catching sunlight with your wings.
i didn’t lose you between here and the ocean.
i was your breeze.
though the bitter after taste of our anticipated honeymoon has lasted,
still fly by my momentum.
the clouds were never too sultry for your tongue because
you never could see romance in the movement
only in your destination.
you don’t know it yet, but
the boy who flies too high loses his wings.
i hope you learn the grace of the rippling waves of air around
and i will be your repelling force -
fly home.Posted in BAM Bank, truth