Freitag, November 4

Loss

I lost my companion...

In this battle I had never understood
I thought I couldn't, and yet I could
So easily alienated, so little time wasted
As if... yes... no...
As this was nothing but so impishly hasted.

And I did nothing to keep them,
No, I did anything but keep them,
I ran away, so avid in my chase,
That I couldn't remember to keep


their pace.

Back then I was so naive, and it seems that -
no, it is only a day since I lost them,
But maybe they'd begun to fall apart
from me,
behind me,
without me,
earlier than I know now,
Which hopefully I'll forget, forgive and leave
In the hands of someone else,
while I am so...

...deceived.

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