Falling clouds

                              When clouds 
                                          f
                                            e
                                              l
                                               l, 
                              I must have been in love. 

I remember the saddened mistake,
crying alone, savoring death 
                             as I breathed:

I can't stop my tears, 
I lay far away, sunken heart, 
a lost soul in this sung mortality. 

I can't say I miss you. 
I simply can't survive 
without these forgotten dreams. 

I can't say I've forgotten you. 
I live in that lovely sky 
dressed in the gentle blue 
of a fissured hope. 

                              Was it the end? 
No, it was only a silent motive 
for a blissful love that wasn't 
meant to be made true, in us.