There’s a sound I know,
I hear it everywhere I go.
Silent as a felony,
Feels like it likes the feeling of being lonely.
Calmly resting on a precipice’s edge,
Confused and scared, I shrug as I hear it,
Stand back up, try to search for my own kind.
Only to realize they’re no longer mine,
And I sit back to find, that neither am I.
Remember that time,
When anyone who came looking me,
Would find me lost in you?
And I’d go to the common room all the time,
Asking everyone where were you!
Few years hence we stand,
So lost and confused.
I know you’ve been here too,
But right now, I am looking for you,
Hoping to find myself somewhere in there too.
And if it weren’t for the magic that we were,
I wouldn’t be holding you so close-
That your loss feels like a hole in the heart,
Ripping it hard and so right apart.
Dismal and wistful is the air I breathe,
And closure is the only solace that I seek.
Now I am trapped everywhere I don’t want to be.
And there’s nowhere really that I think I’ll ever live.