Meant to Fly

Tracing the dotted lines 

     between our love and its existence,

     I cradle your lost smiles tenderly,

     tucking them forever into my heart

Numbness seeps into my soul,

     vacant eyes reflecting my sorrow -

     my empty world paved over and sky

     seeded with visions of better times

I trace your name on a tree trunk

     now stretched way out of my reach.

     Yellowed photos thrown in a box -

     amethyst shadowed flashbacks

I stand screaming at the sky

     flashing our love and its ending

     of crippled wings and stolen soul

     when I was always meant to fly.