This Too Shall Pass

Saturday, June 17

whenever pieces of the sky

fall upon my head and knock me down

to the point where

im riddled with bruises and scars

and my knees and hands are bloody

and i can feel the dams about to break

and release my broken tears,

i've always head one thought

and a collection of memories

close enough

to make it all go away...

so now that your sky is falling

and your sprawled on the floor

trying to stop

your scraped knees from bleeding

and your bruised hands from aching,

and even though salt water

leaks down your cheeks,

i hope you can hold me

and all the times we spent together

close enough

to make it all go away.