nothing lasts

the world is painted on your collarbones
and the breath of the forest in your mouth
your heart is unlike what everyone owns
strange how we fell in love during a drought
if i could write a book, how would i paint
a picture of the way you speak, you stand
now, your memory is blurry and faint
our love had already reached it's end
i cry out with a suffocated throat
reaching for your figure desperately
all that was left of you, a simple note
and the hope that time will be a remedy