You have never been much of a follower
You have drawn and crossed the line
You mirrored me to give a little
Then you moved on with life
Left with me are wisps of you
A scent in the air
It catches me on weekdays mostly
And holds me there
For a moment we are back to when
You were here as mine
And we would let our hearts dictate
When we ran out of time
The pictures of you are fading
It’s harder to recall
I’ve painted a new one lately
We’re standing ten foot tall
Memories and dreams
Far away it seems
That we never put a foot wrong
I’m starting to think that just maybe
It was perfect after all
Maybe we were perfect after all
