In the grand scheme of things
This won't matter.
In the grand scheme of things
This will seem so small.
In the grand scheme of things
I may forget you.
In the grand scheme of things
This won't matter at all.

It’s been months since I saw
your face, or touched
your skin, and felt your
embrace.
It’s been months now, since you
looked at me
with that playful look in your eye;
months since you held my hand,
months since you were by my side.

There are no photographs
of you and I -
you are, now, but a ghost;
a mere memory in the fleeting
past, you were gone so fast,
we didn’t last and I..
I’d be lying if I said,
if I said I didn’t try.

I did, I tried
my **** near hardest
and I cried
because you were the farthest
thing out of reach that I could never
seem to grasp a hold of.

You were always running,
r u n n i n g
r
u
  n
   n
    i
     n
      g
away
from me
away
from us
away
from anyone
or anything
you thought you might one day love enough
to hurt you
and break you down.
And so you slowly left,
and walked away,
held your head high,
without a sound.