Do you ever stare up into the sky
Or look down with a certain demise
Wonder how it came about
And what you will now do without
It was not always clear
It was never black and white
There was no writing on the wall
Only reminders of you and me
Any run I took
The sight of a familiar view
A certain make and model of a car
A color
The cord within my favorite song
The writing was never on the wall
It was never black and white
Until perhaps it was to too late
You waited
I blocked
You opened up
I closed off
You would have run anywhere with me
Now I am subject to running it alone
Familiar views and all
I am left with but a simple memory
Looking up at the sky
Just my simple memory and I
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