second person
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Dear you,
I walked across a bridge once
Old and decaying.
It swayed beneath my shoes
To and fro
To and fro
It was not my final destination, no
It feels like I’ve never been alone before.
Obviously I have, but that was so many years ago.
I grew comfortable, you were a huge part of my life.
Although, you were the part of my life that held me back.
For so long I have been wondering about you.
Everybody passed me by, why didn’t you?
Random dreams of you and me, I picture in my head.
Now that I look back; rain comes to my face.
Today was the first time I sold my soul and will be the last one.
My threshold keeps tumbling in my ears
trying to trap the clear air…
I don’t know if I am making sense
