The flame
I used to be your good morning
We used to talk about everything
I used to be your good night
We talked and talked it felt right
Now no time for even a snap or text
Wondering now what's even next
No time now for much of a call
You say you love me and that's all
Wish we could have time to see
Do you still really care for me
Is the smoke in the ashes the same
Or has the other one killed our flame
The connection we have is up to you
I have done all I know how to do
Time will tell if it's really to be
You will have to make an effort for me
As far as us it can never be the same
I'm holding on to what's left of the flame
The changes you've made really say
You are willing for anything to stay
As this is finished I want you to know
I love you and wish you didnt really go
But if you're happy and I must see
For me and you it wasn't meant to be
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