And your memories are reeling, I can see them.
They break my heart because I see myself in them with you.
We walked along together in the past and now I’ve lost you.
I trail behind because I know that somewhere in that heart of yours is a piece of me.
A piece of what we used to be.
I am so certain that nothing will come of this.
But, my dream of being with you allows my passion to exist, it never dies.
I reach out for your hand but take it back because I’m too afraid to see you pull away, realizing that you are okay.
You’re so much better off without me, anyway.