maybe you have always known it,
that to come here meant to stay,
for as long as it took to realize that perhaps,
you are not as young as you think you are,
not anymore; that
one day the skies will meet the horizon

and you will watch and know,
you've done all you came here for,
breathed life into something left by the wayside,
forgotten. but no.
they will not forget;
you will not let them.

you want to ask,
what happens, when it fades?
when a smile leaves someone's eyes, and
you know why because
it's left yours, too? what can you say when,
lost as you are,
you're no longer sure that
anyone is listening?

It used to be that you could fill a room just by
    Being there;
    That whatever was on your mind came
    Flying out, as if
    There wasn't enough room inside your head
    For it to stay.

    There is a difference between being untouchable
    And unbreakable.
    It is a startling thing, when it hits that you are neither,
    But that someone wished for you to be at least the one.