I love Astrology, What's your sign?

There are like today that make me feel so alive...
those mornings when you walk outside and the world seems to have been washed in one color, the color of powdery white
the afternoons when only the clouds make a presence in the sky
the nights when you allow your chaos to dissipate like the wispy smoke of a dying candle

but the rest of the page sits blank

Last night, I saw the children of my clumsiness.
I watched as the ink lifted from the violet smears across my skin to leave faint trails in the water before it disappeared, then closed my eyes and thought of miracles false and true.
Orphans, doorknobs and thistles. The thoughts, though, always end up with you...
as children, drinking imaginary tea from plastic cups, discussing our futures, then growing up but never, we swore, apart. Some things, sadly enough, we can not control.
And so here i am wishing you were here

innermost secrets, hopes, dreams, outrage at injustice. These things I kept to myself, instead sending you whimsy with sketches and poems or lyrics in the margins.
The visits were less frequent. There were always excuses, of mutual fault, for why we didn't get together more often. The excuses doubled when it was time to say goodbye's just listen to this first...

You wouldn't let me.

I thought of all the times we'd wondered if we were too much or not enough for this world
there came a day were I felt like I was just enough, that we were both just enough.
I had intended to finish this, but never did and now, with so much to say,
all I have is do you remember whens to fill the rest of the page.

And when I signed my name
I wonder if I ever knew you at all.
(or just your clothes)