Everything that's broke, leave it to the breeze

i shut my eyes
only to see you
not let go of my hand
not to walk away either
but for you to come close

and fade away as you do

scared, i wake up

only to find

that the nights are longer than before

do you remember the times

when we'd be up watching the night sky

its still the same

except i feel scared now

you had a face right out of the stories i'd read

now you look just like anyone

i'm afraid,

am i too young to sit on an armchair

or too old to get stoned?

they say time heals everything

but as i watch the clock strike 12

i wait for you to call (again)

only to realise

its been ages since you last did

looking at a picture of us,

i lay down with ease,

thinking about everything that's broke

as i leave it to the breeze.

~Peace.

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