Concrete Memories

It’s so strange… viewing you as a real person.

You dreamed, and hurt.

You fell, fast and hard,

And got burned.

You had friends, and enemies.

You had hopes, and almost loves.

You had crushes, and wishes.

Just like me.

You were real.

I wish I could ask you now,

Who did you mean?

Why were you so sad?

All of those stories

That I will never hear now,

The dreams I wish you could have

 passed down

to me.

I know there is so much of you in me…

But I wish I knew which parts.

The parts of you

You didn’t talk about with anyone.

But I think you would have with me

Over a cup of coffee,

Early in the morning.

Or on the edge of my bed,

Late at night.

You’d be happy to see me

When I come home,

 And I’d always know there was a safe place

To land, when my wings are tired.

I guess someday you will.

I’ll fly to your arms,

 And never be tired or lonesome,

Or wish for anything ever again.

It’ll be the perfect reunion.