you're a story I can't recall a dust-old book too tired to read left in the rain, pages torn ink runs thin
an oath I swore but won't again, an oath I no longer heed a whisper lost in echoes in the spring's cede
looking in your eyes no emotion abroad a static screen nothing moves nothing breathes no signal left, no message seen just the hum of history
no ember bright a fading ghost, a name expired a shadow slipping into night
don't forget me, but let me be just let me fade you're my new ancient history
just as our eyes meet just as you're gone, lost in the heart of the crowd at dawn
you look at me, no words remain just silent truths, a broken chain nothing left, no kingdom come pieces fall but make no sound just dust returning to the ground
a past dissolves without a trace, he looks at me, no more to say a quiet pull a growing seed pieces falling into place, like fate unraveling with need
letting go of a person that really meant a lot, a bittersweet feeling, but gradually accepting it, while letting yourself yearn for something new. balancing personal grief and historical finality in a really graceful way with a soft mourning of something once vital, now aged into irrelevance, like ruins still echoing with memory.