i always thought that maybe
i could be your favourite season
leaves falling, crunching and rustling in autumn
snowfall to make for an angelic view in the winter
flowers blooming and meadows come alive in spring
the crisp sun and sprinkler splashes in summer
but i must have forgotten
that the seasons last only momentarily

i always thought that maybe
i could be the whole sky for you
shimmering beautiful and adorned come nightfall,
majestic and beautiful by day
but alas i forget
that i am one star out of millions of billions
a lost face in the crowd
gone by daylight
seen only momentarily

i always thought that maybe
i could be the breeze that blows on your cheek
but sometimes even the most gentle of breezes
turn into roaring hurricanes and tornados
that kill and maim everything in their wake.
something that happens momentarily

i used to think that maybe
i could be the flame
that keeps your brittle heart warm
but flames burn and turn into blazing infernos
and now you’re made of ashes
something that happened momentarily

i used to think that maybe
i could make you my home,
my temple, my mural, my sky,
but i forget that people are fickle like water
through a river
you could be in my current for a while
then step away
momentarily