WHATEVER, WHENEVER, WHEREVER

In spring I thank the birds that fly past,

I gaze at the planes from above, wondering if the cluster of heads within it are in search of their bodies too,

I admire the shooting stars that may or may not have been an oasis of my wishes,

And smile into those familiar pair of eyes in the pictures that I've kept.

Because, sometimes, that's all you can do;

Welcome what finds you with open arms,

Offer it a seat and enjoy it's company,

Then bid it a farewell when it's time for it to leave,

And hope maybe someday, somewhere, sometime, if the fate's allow,

You may meet again.

Because this time you know which direction the birds migrate towards.

You know the shape of a plane and the angles of their wings and that humans are similar to birds in that they are afraid of the limits their body can soar.

You know pictures will never take away the reason why you took them in the first place.

And you know to never blink when a shooting star passes.

If you were to ever meet again,

Whatever, whenever, wherever that may be,

I hope you bask in it from the moment it arises and the moment it sets.

Because,

Sometimes,

All anything ever needs is to be felt.