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Gone
First, I couldn’t sleep that night when I saw you
You were standing there, in front of me, we met in summer again
The pieces matched this time and the wind was right
We made it and reached the pick together
So relieved, this time
Complete
When you imagine the most beautiful picture
Can you see it too?
I think you knew we could get there
Me and you
But now you are gone
and this is why I really let myself get out of control
Not because of the stuff we’ve done
or the words that followed
not because of the needles in our skin,
but because you’re gone
It came to me out of nowhere,
I didn’t expect to be hit
the storm of it
It comes to me at night and I cannot wrap my head around
this feeling and the taste
of your absence
your faith gone.