Yes, on the currents, we drifted apart.
I never lost sight though
Silently, maybe, who knows
I looked around you were no longer there
It seems the paper crackled
If it did it went unheard
Muted footsteps on the patina of faith
Losing it just when the fire took
Fanned and hopeless,
All we could do was watch
I saw you then and you were already lost.
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