When people stop talking,
I sense a dream,
Their voices carry,
I set the scene.
Now a memory,
A reverie,
So much there’s left to do,
To see you smile,
To hear you laugh,
To make my way back to you.
Why did you leave?
Why did you forget?
It’s alright,
I forgot too.
There is time to reminisce,
But there is no time to waste,
As long as there is an echo,
We’ll always be in the same place.
Promise to be well?
Promise to be kind?
Let’s stretch away from our parallels,
And leave the opposites behind.
In the end,
There might not be an us,
There might not be a we,
It’s up to the two of us to share treasuries.
When people stop talking,
It could cause quite a fuss,
There will forever be a you,
Not invariably an us.