You
Broken headlights and cereulean blue
The color of water gray-blue
When it rains
Did we ever watch the rain
Hear it beat
Drumming like the knocking
Inside
I
Did you really ask
Did I really give you
Did I really want to
In the sunset I hear your voice
Calling like wild birds
Fleeing amidst dying flowers wilted
Against the front steps
Like tiny shriveled children
You
Voices and memories in the storm
Scream ghostlike mourning
Holding on through the gale
Because I thought
It was
I
Did you know
Maybe one day
I might just
Vanish