You were long hidden
In every rhyme I write
Lies your shadows beneath
Lives a memory of friendship

The moon always tell
Tales of you when we’re under
The same sky we both breathe…
A pink candle of love you lit

I was young and knew nothing
That we could be something
I stopped living when you leave
In stories I write, I started living

Pieces of ship, found on my notes
Drowning in the river where I throw
If butterflies have told me back then
It will all be different

It’s a matter of choice you made
As you watch me go in a road I take
You will still be a shadow
No matter what I do