And after all this time
My shoulders feel heavy
My chests still feels cold
The warmth of your body
has been missing since...

And after all this time
I can't help but wonder
if you had a wish upon
a burnt out falling star
would you wish to
never have met me
or would you wish
that even though
our worlds were full
that we weren't
feeling so empty.

We're like two glasses of water
Each a droplet spilt upon one another
Unaware of whether we're
our world os half empty
or the world is just half full.