I sat an observer: never to participate, but diligent in taking notes on what to mimic later.

Notes on being human.

I want see the sun rise from every place
 to cement that we are momentary.

I want to see the moon fall from its bed
 to break our shuffle, and send us falling with it.

I want to crack open every book
 and read all of us, in one sitting.

I want to spill out every fiber of my being
 into life, until no more can trickle out, and I'm finally wilted.

I want the last thing I see to be my face, well worn and warm.
 I want to know that I was born, and I died knowing that I was great.

And I told you twice,
don't put your hands on me
like that. like that.

When you come, I fall in love just a little. And when you eventually leave, whether for your own reasons or because I am so very logical, my heart breaks just a little.

They say I'm ice, heartless. On the contrary, my heart is so full and willing that I silence its pounding screams if only to save it later. There is a difference. Had any of you ever seen this, you'd still be here.

Then again, logic is logic, and I'm sure you had your reasons.