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What is there to do?

It's so hard to be a passenger

watching us fade away

You're slipping through my fingers

lost to the tenements of duty and time 

the choice is made 

constant echos catch me off guard 

I swear I hear you calling 

but when I come 

you're not there

you send your ghost to taunt me

remnants of glistening hopes 

swallowed by their smiles

they win again 

they always have

I thought I had that one part of you 

that tiny piece they never could 

but it seems it's halved and quatered 

there's not much left 

if any at all 

you've replaced us, me 

and our impossible reality

with some other imposter 

the lies you told were so real

I hold imaginary notes in my hand 

and cast them to the wind 

endless notes

I try to purge you 

Every thought an easy betrayal 

was it really ever for forever?

in the next life we said 

that's too far away 

so I write 

endless notes

trying to forget you

endless possible futures 

torn away 

carved out the deep ones with lies 

how do you do it? 

Look through me as if I wasn't there?

you'll be back

another note offered to the wind

Ive begun tearing out hopes 

to get to the place before I met you,

back to numb