it's always too early to speak..."

the fire found a new gathering place

the day you packed your things

and ran away to save your face

from seeing me this way anymore

and the river you ran through

made silly pools inside of me

wet memories that never seem to dry



i can't believe we've slipped...



no more echoes

when my heart beat faster

no more games

when you'd hide from me

no more hands

clutched tight

and sand stretched far

trickled away

when you found your way home