Have I just seen my days swiftly blow away with the sway of the leaves Or was that just you dancing Is the winter always this warm I can feel you breathing softly It could possibly just be the fire inside waving its last goodbye I can feel it dimly lit, holding light more faint than dusk But now it sits, waiting for its time of closure Sifting away from its once wholesomeness Now I just sit and watch without you by myself I lay watching my days go by Without you laying here is so empty As I think of how we age but never outlast stone And how the etchings engraved in between you and I Only leave a mark of time with decay in which we lie in Where we rest, what is left When I’m gone will there be light before us scorching or gracing our path Amidst the damned, hand in hand despite what lies and lives we’ve led Forgiving is forgetting when ties amongst the living are dead Have I not seen my days swiftly blow away as I lay here dying of trying to see you Or was that just me dreaming