for you
I could be a raindrop
fallen on some forgotten day
finding, from the heavens, your cheek
where I could, for a moment, lay

or maybe I'd best be the wind
ghosting gently through your hair
sliding my way over your soft and tender neck
my lips present but you unaware

or I could, for you, be the sunlight
tripping, falling, breaking myself over your skin
letting myself be consumed by you
just so I could touch you again

but really I'd be anything
if I could be close to you
so that you can feel my soul remembering
what my heart once knew.