you

I found this poem on my phone from November of 2015. I don't remember why I wrote it.

you
with the butterfly eyes
and the hands like a river
you were never meant
to walk the path of the masses
you
with the dreams made of granite
and that scent of vulnerability
tucked into your every movement
you were never meant
to fall beside the leaves
and decay with time
you
with the rain laughter
and the lighthouse voice
calling for me in the dark
you were always meant
to soar beyond this mortal sphere
you
with your dandelion wishes
blown asunder
and your tapping feet never still
you ran from that future
and lost yourself in the crowd