Gone away
To the clouds,
Looking back
I see it now:

I’m afraid,
But it’s alright.
We’re the same,
You and I.

If I could travel back in time,
I wouldn’t change a thing.
Maybe it’s better left unsaid.

If I could see you face-to-face?
I know you’re in a better place.
I’ll probably see you in the end.

Thanks for all the memories
And images, my friend.
And all the complications
Buried in my head.

I can’t help myself,
I’m burning out.
See you when the sun goes down.
When the stars come out.

Borrowed time?
I’m confused.
Was it me?
Was it you?

It’s enough,
But it’s strange.
You’re the same —
You never change.

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