Everything... Is temporary. And I alone carry this burden in which No one—NO ONE Can understand.
They don’t know! That while they laugh I cling to every note, keeping them like fireflies in a jar, For looms the morn where darkness fills my ears And their faces run like chalk in the rain
They don’t know How actions feel brittle like seashells— Their impacts; meaningless. Their tomorrows, as far as the moon For the future they create I will not be there for it
They don’t know What life beyond the train is like But I do—raised in the fields blurring past As I stare out the window knowing that Soon I will no longer journey with them Oh how even joy cuts sharp when you know it won't last.
They don’t know How I rehearse my farewell
They don’t know They don’t know They don’t know And I can’t tell them
The guilt when someone who looks up to you says they’re looking forward to working with you in the same department when you know you won’t be there for it. The worst part? I can’t tell anyone.