Something in the way we spoke left a deep impression
Lessons learned, all innate and unburdened by the effort
Thoughts exchanged, paths deviating once again
I’ve always been “that quiet guy”
Your distant, silent friend
But it seems the end has come
I turned my back too long and now that life has come undone
Pieces scattered by steady winds of change
I tried to return, arriving out of place
Small offerings, left at the door
A visit from the stray
Often caught in glimpses
Never to be tamed
Nameless, unfamiliar to touch
The alleyway wanderer, strolling by at dusk
Trust, too seldom on display
Just looking for a place to get out of the rain
Lost in shades of dreams of days that never came to be
Memories fade and colours start to bleed
Figments
Falling through the cracks
Imaginings of futures, all turning into past
Present unfulfilled
Resemblance minimal to the boy who sought the world
Like a rare light in ocean depths, I shine best in isolation
Glimmers out of sight, trick of the eye
A speck in your vision
Drifting aimlessly through life
Undercurrents move me forward
In a murky, endless night…
Washed ashore, where I remain for the low times
Again borne
Away on high tide
As the world closes in
Narrows ’round your eyes
A sense of panic breaks
A storm comes with the tide
Crashing like the waves
Blood rushing past your ears
Flow ebbing through your veins
Heart beating loud and clear
Crushing like the ocean
Abysmal fathoms, deeper fears
Dragged down by emotion
Pressures great
Waters unclear
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