Well I’ve changed, except my heart still beats too fast, and my lungs still collapse, and my legs still shake. I once thought love was real when we sat atop that hill and looked at cars below.
We used to grow.
You kissed me on the forehead, and told me that you’d never let go, you told me that you’d love me until the end. Which begs the question, are we now dead? The person I thought I knew must be. The person I once trusted until my bones rusted over.
In the snow, we used to grow, like the tallest tree in my backyard, I used to know.
Well happiness and joy and bliss, how it all disappeared so quick.
So here’s to life and here’s to love.
I’ve said it before, that I fade with the setting sun.