Running, never pacing myself. Exhausted. Lonely. Not always alone. Often wonder what you're doing.
I hold my breath like I hold back tears And count to ten. With each number, I only recall memories of better times
By rivers, by lakes, by fires, by friends; By your side (most importantly) And you always calling everyone "love" And how I wished I could be.
Then darkness washes over; I remember the flotsam amongst the wreck. The ship was gorgeous but the parts were not, little bird. I begin to remember the debris and trying to pick up pieces.
Like eating glass, every bit harder to swallow - the nights haunt me but perhaps I should find comfort; At least one of us didn't sleep alone. And how I wish it could've been me.
Do you remember any of this? Do you remember me? Words on a screen about common interest do not suffice, yet I read them in your voice. Your voice, like my conscience, lingers.