I've been slowly closing my window for the past few days now
I spent approximately one full week with the curtains in my face
Letting the breeze take me wherever my blind eyes couldn't see
And letting what rain we had here in this desert hit me

I feel quietly confident. In my bastard coating for the first time
In what must be a good 2 months now
Slowly filling up my insides with the bastard that I knew and loved
And that you did too, which is the reason for all this “New Wind” bullshit

I here by claim you to be dust, brushed from my hands onto the dirt
Thrown out with the items you left in my glovebox, and the card you gave me
Nearly a year ago for my birthday. I don't even think this is goodbye
because we will simply cease to be anything, a leaf falling from a tree

And when, in later years, I take up my guitar and you turn on the radio
Only to be assuaged by songs which could only be about you
I hope that your dreams have come true, and your full potential blooms
because if everyone else were to see what I see in you

They'd know there's nothing you can't do...
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Damn Auals, you're messed up. :P

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This just reminded me of the time that my brother in law texted his mom on the night after his wedding. All it said was "Consummated."