if i left today. i would become a silent shadow creeping along walls, making etches in your heart, leaving you with an aching cough that just wont fix. the only physical reminder of you would be an envelope full of paper, ink and kind words. i often wonder what someone would make of that little piece of your existence and yet, i still understand that they would never know of you stringing the stars together and weaving your hands through my heart. if i left today. you would become tiny pieces of skin, decomposing into the dirty, cold ground without anybody knowing of the way you made my heart flutter and the birds in my skull sing.
