i hope this gets to you in time,
that the carrier pigeon
who i’ve chosen to deliver this message
flaps its wings hard and fast,
to get this to you before the sun rises and sets
even just once more.
i hope this gets to you before you decide
that its no longer worth it, and in turn,
that i’m no longer worth it, as well,
before you decide that watching sunrises
and treating sunsets like portraits is silly.
i hope this gets to you before you decide
that wishing on stars and praying on the moon
is nothing more than the finest form of child’s play.
and before you decide that you haven’t enjoyed
such childish things for years now.
i hope this gets to you before the sky turns red,
and before i turn red with it,
before the wildflowers that once defined you
turn black and white and grey,
and lose every semblance of who they are or who they could be.
i hope this gets to you before my hands begin to ache
from clinging onto a memory
that has long since been forgotten,
and before the golden flames of our past
eat you, and i, and everything we’ve ever loved alive.
i hope this gets to you before i drown,
choke and suffocate in the sea that is your voice,
before the melted wax of a forgotten love
swallows me whole and eats my heart out,
until i’m nothing more than a flickering candle.
i hope this gets to you in time,
before your heart falls to your knees
and the big hand of your clock stops ticking,
before the wings of the carrier pigeon that i chose to deliver this
give out, and leave me lost in the thunder.
