where dreams become captors
we find solitude in the ease in which these things come and these things go
peaceful easy comfort in knowing
and knowing
and re learning
the memories
and how they change
you fit in the place that I found in me, a cavern
a cave
an empty pool of thought
but removed you become
until you are undeserving of my talent
of the thought and beauty that comes from words
until you are a shallow heart
swallowed up in haste
by an inflamed sense of self
oh, you'll learn too one day
small lessons until that breaking point becomes your own catalyst
and I'll still smile and be grateful
that I never had to stick around to see it for myself