Counting Crows
I close my eyes and all I see is you,
And you.
Broken dreams on this mental boulevard of promises left unresolved.
Complications of yesterday still yearning for satisfaction today.
I see these empty hearts full of memories screaming,
aching for the days when you walked with us.
I feel that first time,
and that second,
and I know there are more to come.
I can see each one, each digit switch as each day is counted
and ours are still numbered.
Yours,
Yours where there are none left.
And you left us with this.
The ache and sorrow, and longing I wish you could fulfill.
But you're no longer here to fulfil,
Destiny's accomplished.
Gone are the days of invincibility.
Gone are the days.
Gone is the hope of continuity of our youth, because we now know our days are counted because yours were too.
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