We used to fold our dreams in silence, Write our names along the crease, Toss them toward a broken ceiling, Hoping they would never cease. You laughed like summer in midwinter, I swore I’d never let it fade, But we were just two restless children Learning how to misbehave. We built our hearts from notebook lines, Too thin to last, too young to mind. We threw them high, watched them fall, Tracing shapes against the wall, Love was light — we didn’t know It bends the more you let it go. Every flight, every aim, Just another gentle flame, We were only trying to find Where it all began to change. You said forever in a whisper, I said maybe with a smile, We drifted close but couldn’t hold it, The wind would take us for a while. Your shadow’s carved into my memory, A constellation left behind, I still see you in the margins Of the stories I outlined. I wish I’d told you just how scared I was in love, but that disappeared. We threw them high, watched them fall, Tracing shapes against the wall, Love was light — we didn’t know It bends the more you let it go. Every flight, every aim, Just another gentle flame, We were only trying to find Where it all began to change. Maybe we were always bound to break, Two pages torn with the same mistake, Maybe growing up means Learning what you meant to me. We threw them high, watched them fall, Hoping one would clear it all, Love was brief, but it was real — A wound I still forget to feel. Every flight, every aim, Still carries pieces of your name, And though they never reached the sky — They taught me how to try. One last fold, one last release, I’ll let it go and call it peace. (You taught me how to fly...)
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