Carry on

Where is my sun?

As moments grew in the minute of my second,

years flew.

Your memories are a constant thing to me as this

thoughts knew.

Whereas all of my longings cannot be one's

belongings.

My subjective thoughts pass when that affections past threw.

Then it can be still as the wind barely lifted,

will I see your face in my own shelter.

The need to let you go is an utter greed of mine to know,

we were once.

Now almost out of the cold, still I shiver and linger on my own fallen ways of my own leather.