i often forget
to look up at the sky
because my head is already there.
i never forget to see the ground
since i can't seem to
get close enough.

i’ve tried to tell you (in my mind)
so many times before,
but when the thoughts do reach my lips
they hide behind an open door.
i’ll let you in but hide i still
you’ll only know my ghost.
it always seems the things unsaid
are those which matter most.