Yet you are far, far away whilst in my presence
Escaping back to the place of bad remembrances
for note comparisons.
I am on repeat, telling you to come to me
To remember, that you love me–
yet you’re trying so hard not to.
I am here. Not too far gone, emotionally.
But when I am gone it will be to a silent land,
somewhere I’d no longer be able to look down and hold
The unknown will be known, and your fears will be true.
and again I’d learn to make plans, without you.