Oddly Rainy Day!

It was an oddly rainy day, I tore the last page from my book, made a paper boat scribbled my name on it and watched as it found its way slowly yet steadily towards yours. In a moment we were laughing. The trees rustled as if, it was laughing at the fate of us.

You won't remember my sound and I'll forget the way my name stayed at the rim of your lips holding onto its life. The endless messages that passed will settle itself onto the distance between us like a wandering searching for a home. The love we once had will become a tourist home, you will wonder why you could never make anyone stay and I will think about all the ways why I can't leave.

The photograph of ours will hide amongst the bookshelf, maybe you will look at it, and feel the sun pouring and its warmth in our smiles and the forever locked in our breaths and a love that stayed within our hearts.

Years from now the butterflies in your stomach won't flutter as it used to when someone calls my name and the fireflies in my eyes will lose its spark.

Someone will ask you what love is and you will think of me and someone will ask me what pain is and I'll think of you.

Time will fade the memories away, but the scars will linger. Maybe someone will call your name and you will wish it to be mine instead. Perhaps someone will call my name and I will wish it was you.

And maybe someday we will walk down the same road we held hands, and my hand will tremble at the thought of you whilst yours will be clenched tights as if they might come to find me if you let them go.

You will forget to remember my birthday and I will remember to forget yours.

Maybe this is how we will leave each other, losing ourselves in each other. again.

But it's raining tonight and I've made a paper boat scribbled your name on it. Tell me if it finds you. Tell me if it reaches home.