When all is said and done, where do I stand without you? Am I one entity myself? Or am I still intertwined with you somehow?
Where do the shadows take you? Where does the ash blow? If not for the wind and the passing of seasons would you still be here now?
Do these colours still reach you? Do they swirl and sway around you? Does the sky still burn brightly in your eyes or is all just dull and grey?
Can you hear the music playing? Can you hear me sing and dance? Does the melody call you and the tempo still pulse in your bones?
Do my whispers reach you? Do you hear me when I cry? Can you see that I need you to hold my hand and to make me smile?
Why can’t I rewrite history? Why can’t I challenge fate? Can I just go back and warn us all, make better use of time?
Still, here I sit without you. I’d stand but I’m too tired. I don’t think I’ll ever get it, I hope I never lose what’s left of you
But I’ll continue on, I promise. I’ll keep walking, step by step. I just wish I believed in an afterlife, so I didn’t feel it was all for nothing.