I have whiffed your dreams and so have you
screeching the rust of your glittered thoughts
you have soared with me
in and out of the homeless sea
which belonged to neither you nor me.
Withering away slowly
I will be gone
my blemished leaves though will splinter
into the ocean of eternity
floating amidst the shreds of your secrets.
Born from your dust
I will fade in that too
I have lived and I have belonged
enough to you if less to myself.