Pace

On that day we fell out of favor
we lost our rhythm, broke the metronome
that could have been our savior

you walked away while i stayed behind
or was it in opposite directions, memory is unkind.
our love became stencils, outlines with nothing filled in.
empty wishes, hopes and promises filled to the brim.

i still hear whispers of that time we lost
we put down our swords but at what cost
i cross every street to find you there
but you're not really you, and i'm not really here.

i walk in circles to find our familiar pace
but you've gone ahead, running a different race
we should've kept time by counting together
but the beat ran away from us, memory into ether.