I’ve followed where your footsteps graced the ground,
Where your pulsating spirit once permeated an entire landscape;
All I do is tune in to the ghost of a sound
And I can finally escape…
Are you okay…?
Are you aware?
Tap into my remnants, into the folds of my brains
And you, are you staring at the same moon?
Anon, the day the visions start to wane
Is the day I can finally see you soon.
Does your existence mean anything to me anymore?