Minuscule

Minuscule 

It’s a leaky pen 

Right . 

In your pocket . 

The white one in the closet . 

That’s the moment 

That keeps bleeding as you search 

The sky line and our eyes never quite meet 

I know you sit on roof tops 

I’m glad your alive 

But it’s like leaving a window open 

Feeling the wind on my face 

Never let go 

Never think I can 

I can be the latter 

And meet you half there 

With all these questions hanging in the air 

But I know there’s nothing I can do 

I know I can no longer reach you 

As I trace your name on my ribs 

I won’t regret loving you 

I wouldn’t of known love with out you . 

I can’t even say it with out crying 

I can’t think of it with out dying . 

You were my compass 

I’m now lost . 

But I would’ve rather had a part of you 

Then nothing at all . - Amy Everett