stay

every morning when light trickles from behind
i open my eyes only to shut them back
so that that vivid dream of you would stay

everytime i breathe in the memories of yesterday
or even the just nows
my heart aches blissfully
it makes me smile

and every walk along roses and tulips
i never did stay; like the others
for the two hands walk past me
and they never did stay either
and i feel wasted
for those moments walking could have been
moments of companionship
moments of my smile or ours
and not the tulips' or the roses'; as they're ment to

and when the moment comes
colours shift
the wind stops whistling
and it aches blissfully again

and when the moment comes
those hands, i no longer can see
for a moment
though your gone
they stay