My heart yearns to soar
Wishes to reach you once more
I grasp at your hand to bind
But it slips with my mind
And I'm in line with myself
With time it seems to heal
But the gap gets too real
So I reel down into the depths to feel
To feel if this is indeed real
Or just a steal
A mockery
You might as well be a jockey
To finish that race at your own pace
Because I'm not your first place
You see the crowd
They cheer
You turn around in the mirror they disappear but in your despair
It's finally clear
But I'm no longer there
To smile for you
All you see is a note I was once here
-Chacha Koanui



















