I was in love, one time,
when I was younger,
and more alive inside-
more into my dreams.
I could talk to God anytime I wanted.
I could make the world my color,
my shape,
my sound.
I was the sun, the rain, the thunder.
I was everything-
with or without you.
Because that's how you made me feel.
I never understood it then, though.
Now, I'm just old and without.
Without you.
And the dreams that were all going to come true,
are still wishes and wants,
but they belong to someone else.
All I can do now is wait for the seasons to change,
or,
put on a heavier sweater,
and stare at your pictures.
