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Where are we going? Where are you now?

I came to seek you, but you hide underground

Unable to hear you, unable to see;

I’m starting to wonder, are you done with me?

An outreached hand, my palm wide open

Will you take it willingly, with words unspoken?

I understand if you cut the ties

But before you do, just tell me why

I lay it all out: I miss you so…

If you say goodbye, I just want you to know

You’re still with me in my dreams

And I thank you for the memories.