Hold on, Goodbye

Hold on, you said.

If I knew where we were going

I’d lose my way.

Are we just the weight of memories?

I know what you’re trying to say,

The lost possibilities you still see.

And I’ll catch a cold, away

From your jar of hearts

But you already know,

So hold on, hold on,

The weight of fallen memories

Will keep us afloat

Away from Goodbye.

Tree of Dreams

Long ago in the forests of our youth

We’d climb the trees and far flung branch.

That’s where I left my dream

Hanging onto the old wood bark.

Still I haunt the dried out tree,

In the light of the setting sun

Too far to reach,

And now,

I dare not climb.