only partly
drifting on the edge
I can't forget you
I've been waiting

the pale sun
blows cold
plays in rainbows
through my window
inside dreams
like the edge of an echo
a break
in the cool chaos

leaves on the tree
reach out
like dark, trembling fingers
when you drink too much of the sun
all you get are trees
gazing across
all the wasted years
the past needs to die
I need help to say goodbye

when you come out of a storm
you won't be the same
person who walked in
that's what this storms about

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