soulful days and

starry nights,

we're learning to dream

and dreaming to fight.

it's in those quiet moments,

the ones i just can't shake

when my mind starts to wander

and my heart begins to quake.

i don't often challenge 

the past, anymore

yet in that noteless solitude 

each tear runs hot and 

every memory, cold.

i've got a heart full of doubts 

that i've learned not to trust. 

i've got a head full of questions 

that i'd rather forget.

and in the silence i wonder if you ever think of me. if you ever stop and remember the heart i gave to you; the way it danced once with yours. and after you put it on a shelf and out of sight, if its value ever crossed your mind. from time to time i question if you ever felt a hint of loss- i have my doubts that say you haven't, but i guess i'll never know. in that occasional silence, my stomach twists and turns, and i am haunted by the ghost of a trusting spirit and an eagerness to love. and when my eyes close to the noise of nothing, all i see is where i stood, and where i should.