i go
you make yourself there
in Wind, Pastries,
the music on the street

Today the sun shone bright
and warmed the skin that wraps
my newly deceased heart
it does not feel quite right

You used to be my boulder
never questioned if you were there (for me)
you had stairs that climbed up your back
stairs that brought me up
showed me things that i am forever changed for

You made me my best self
and i thought i
to you
but i guess sometimes even boulders must roll away

To prevent being broken down
i guess i
forgot you could be broken
by frail hands such as mine
into sediments in the wind


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