To The Departed.
For time;
it won’t stop playing in my mind.
Reaching and prancing,
“leave it be, leave it be…
let it walk, and leave you be”.
Push and pull,
whispers weave,
“Like the footsteps in the sand,
you’ll someday
be left null.”
For love;
I’ll leave it be, leave it be,
let you walk,
and leave me be.