Wilted to rust
I met you, you met me
and from there we began to see
just how the days would come
and pass.
I know you, you know me
and there we were running free
through the trees and down
long winding path.
A broken heart
may never mend,
but perhaps one day it'll bend.
To find another you,
or you another me
to start along a new path
to lay open once again.
Unlikely the pair we made
and once all the stories were told
I'll hold you and hug you
and then I'll let you go.
On toward whatever is to come
Whether darkness or light
or the nothing in between.
You'll see, You'll see
all that's left is memory.
But perhaps that's all there ever was
and all there ever need be.
The image of you
in the back of mind
Looking forward,
but only seeing behind.
I'll miss you, You know too
You don't want to
but you must
As we all burn and fade
and return to dust.