Oh, Icarus

oh, Icarus, how did it feel?

when you soared through the sky,

did it almost feel real?

I cling to those almosts,

though I know it seems childish,

but it's what gives me hope,

in a world where I can only wish.

did the sun spark your flame?

did the ocean fill your heart again?

I know I must not follow your haste,

but you left prints in the and I long to chase.

brittle bones under paper skin,

what are we if not dust and wind?

you were my compass in a labyrinth of thoughts,

I had no idea that you too, were lost.

oh, Icarus, will you ever forgive me?

for chasing what I want and who I can be.

I know, I must not plea,

but, Icarus,

you looked so free.