Week 25

You were in an out of my life
faster than the hummingbird
that kept me company
in the monsoons of India.

I remember that day so clearly,
tears pouring from my face,
tears pouring out of the sky
and that little beacon of hope
flitted across my vision,
stayed for a while.

And that's what you were to me,
my little beacon of change,
a reminder that maybe I could feel something
for someone,
someone that wasn't in the past or the future.

But you left,
like all pretty things are wont to do.
Left me with a butterfly kiss
on my heart,
saying "I'll see you soon"
even though we both know that wasn't true.

I miss you, sometimes.
your incredible touch.
But I'll take it for what it was,
a hummingbird bathing in the sky,
hello, I like you,
I'll miss you,
goodbye.