You’re a fragment of my memory,
but I can’t get you out of my mind at the same time
My thoughts wander and I think of what we would have been
but then I know we never could have been
I think I’m happy for this,
I’m not holding you back from truly finding someone
You say it was a mistake that ended things
but it was nobody’s fault
The hour glass was full
and we were lucid dreamers who didn’t know what reality was
The arguments began to start
and I knew we would be friends nevermore
Dark clouds are arriving
and that’s just the problem
Thoughts of you continue to creep into my mind
and I wonder how you are coping
I wonder if you are still breathing
Does the air come easily?
Or are you gasping for each breath
struggling to go on
And then I think:
which one would I rather it be?
