That's all you ever wanted, right?
To feel like you belong
to things, to people, to places.
Everytime the leaves sulked away
from the trees in the yard,
you wished it was in your memory.
Everytime the river rerouted
for a sweet little endeavour,
you hoped it would stay.
Everytime the wind brought to you
the mellifluous songs of the cardinals,
you convinced yourself it was for you.
How long before you realised,
That the leaves still belonged to the trees.
The river always wanted to get to the sea.
The cardinals always sang to the wind.
You were just enough to be loved.
Not more. Not less.
- Rasvi Maligi.