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Billy
Seeing the face I used to love
I’m left wounded and bleeding
in the space where joy played freely for you and me.
I was right to say goodbye and cry
But wish the cord hadn’t torn and our memories dripped out
On the ground so dry and parched
By promises never sipped
We used to see the snow the same way
As a map to a dazzling dance at speeds that broke barriers
We couldn’t live with.
I’m sure I’d bore you so with how slow I go.
We have the music still and always will. A reflection of what used to be the sun and the moon.
What more can one ask for. It wasn’t meant to be, you and me.
