I Don't Think Of You I Don't Look For You Blink, You're Here Blink, You're Gone

Did you think that I would change? That my eyes and nose And lips would rearrange? Did you worry that my kiss Would taste different Or just wouldn't feel the same?

Did you worry I would smell wrong? Like I was new Like you didn't know My pheromones? That my scent wouldn't be as It had been all along?

Did you hear my voice a new way? Did it feel foreign on your ears Like you hadn't heard it Every day? Did the notes in songs I sang Sound cracked and frayed?

Did you think my hands would feel new? That they wouldn't be the ones That knew you? Or you wouldn't want to hold them Maybe you were afraid So you refused to

I would have loved you just the same The way I used my body Wouldn't have changed Unless you wanted me to That same softness would remain I'm still carrying your name I hold our torch And I'm forever carrying our flame

I would like to be no one A nameless, faceless, Shapeless form To walk through life Unknown Lost in the norm

Everything I do will blend Into the scenery, The earth, unheard And I, no one, am but a wisp, My life Never occurred

When I have gone in whisper Give me an Unmarked stone Or better yet, nothing No one was here I, thankfully, was alone

Kingdoms that we built Inside our neighboring, Rolling, hillside towns Still stand strong and Towering, but only in my Enchanted daydreams, the Night fell fast in yours

I feel far from you for the first time The first time the oceans have mattered The first time the world has felt large And vast, and endless, and where are you?

When you have been here in my heart And I am searching and scavenging Scouring and raving mad in my uncertainty Like you are around me but not here

Like we rowed in separate little boats Me by the shore, you off on the horizon You were always just out there by the sun But you have drifted into the light, away

I always felt you in my mind but it is quiet I tell you tales that you don't hear You have interests and friends I don't know For the first time you feel like a stranger

There are cracks In the pavement Outside my window Where trees have Stretched out their Roots, like the Asphalt is simply A weighted blanket

When the garbage Trucks bounce and Thunk over those Bumps in the road I can almost hear The trees laughing

Shave my head And cover me in a Black robe With a large hood So I can hide In the darkness Of my presence

And look me in My shadow eyes My face all that You can see So you must know Me by the magic Of my essence

I have no body You can feel My fluidity In the night sky And cherish My full moons And my crescents

Light the candle Scratch, sizzle Glow, glow

Flicker, flicker The shadow On the wall Dances

Melting, dripping Like an icicle Of fire

Ouch! Wax hits My hand both Scorching And warm

A small light Dims, dims, Flares!

Blow it out now Abrupt, smoke Rising up, up Fades

A scent lingers A wick wilts Hardens

I am with you in the morning When you are waking, Still sound asleep beside you, Cats curled around us As the light of dawn is breaking. I am with you in the evening As you begin to drift off, Eyes heavy and sleepy. Stay in my arms, I will hold you So you may rest deeply.

But soar freely, my dear, I will never hold you back As you fly through your days, Over the earth and over waves. Whether the day is cloudy or blue Some days I'll fly beside you, One of us a hawk, the other a dove. Other days I will be the wind Simply the air beside you, Or below you, or above.

Follow your heart, wherever it Takes you, to each experience That transforms and shapes you, You can take my hand with you Or leave it be. When you are done wandering And long to be held Like the sea holds the shore, Bring your weary, tired bones Home to me once more.

I am not a fly on your wall I am an angel with wings I watch you sleeping in your bed Together Then cover you in my feathers

I am not a ghost in your house I am a creature in the sky That can never fly away from you But devour I taste you in the darkest hour

The wings came bleeding out my back Carving open hardened scars The air returning to my lungs I am awake In slumber I am yours to take

This Is not a Love triangle Just a bent line I'm not connecting