Somewhere along the way,
I stopped being the best at things I always used to excel at.
What used to be my best grew smaller and smaller.
I started thinking it was all pointless.
That made no sense.
Working my hardest at school seemed stupid.
What's the big deal about being a fast runner?
Making everyone laugh seemed way cooler to me.
More than words.
Sometimes distance feels
louder than love.
You were here but far away.
A shadow in the light of day.
Every breath felt like goodbye, but I still try.
I still try
in the space between us.
Echoes never fade.
Memories stay endless,
but
warmth slips away
in the space between us.
I still hear your name,
soft like a whisper,
but it don't sound the same.
Old letters on red lines,
your voice still stuck in time.
I reach for you but all I find are fragments of my mind.
And if I could turn back the rain,
would the sun still feel the same?
Would the space between remain?
In the space between us,
I still hear you breathe.
But you're not here
with me.