I come back to a place where you sat once
It’s something I know for sure against a fading mosaic of memories of who I thought I could be
It’s just a simple patch of dirt
You were happy there, and I was still really something to you
I miss that time before you knew me, my dark side
Before I was too much and too little
And before I knew you’d quit like the others
It’s a melancholic patch of grass. I wonder if he even knows it about himself.
I was certainly unaware
last we sat together