I blasted off.
I got a little lost.
I came back down after it all came out.

I took time off.
We got a little lost.
Under the moon there’s a little more room.

The dark days we once knew,
The shadows that you wore,
The reasons that we grew,
The words that you once wove,
I’ll wait forever to grow old with you.

The day wears off.
Maybe the sun gets lost.
We don’t need it’s rays. We light a fire. We stay.

Shadows take off.
Moving as water, lost.
Using you as the palette on which they draw.

Shadowed like they’ve always known you.
I’ll wait forever to grow old with you.

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