you say i stole from you
and if so, may i ask
where is it that i hid
this cloud formation,
this dream you had,
of happily ever afters?

beyond our romantic,
purely ridiculous notions,
lies our unique perspective
on our futures taking shape,
yours looking like a rabbit,
mine a sleeping dog lying.

i could no more steal
the clouds from the sky
than i could the songs
that live in your heart,
for it is merely clotted anger
that has stolen your voice.

a no-win, this situation,
for who am i to say
that given the right timing
you too will find the pieces
to create the bigger picture
in the shape of your dreams.