i didnt wanna lose you,
i didnt mean to try.
at the depth of our forgotten history
i try to understand if somehow i could
have made different choices.
the moon smiled and the stars
rejoiced when they saw us together,
today, the resting sun seems to be invaded
with insecurities from our parting.
restlessly i seek advice from
the sea, that with the rising tide has grown
weary of our quarrels.
i try to remember our first words imagining
perhaps i could convince myself that we are
still moving along with the wind.
how was love suppose to know, that we
would have washed away with the rain.
i found my piece of grain when i
met you and its hard for me to believe that
i was pulled apart from you by a storm