Goodbyes

Well maybe someday I'll carry your flame
and you'll carry mine.
Or maybe we'll share a flame together
Or maybe we'll carry our own flame by ourselves
I'll carry mine and you'll carry yours
Because sometimes the art of sharing
just slips out of our minds

Maybe someday we'll sing together
or maybe I'll sing a song
when you'll play the guitar
Or maybe we'll play the guitar together
and sing together
Or maybe we won't at all
Maybe I'll sing alone
in my room where I'll live with books
without any music to kiss my voice

Maybe someday we'll dance together
or maybe we won't.
Neither of us can dance, after all.
And maybe I'll dance alone one day in my room,
when the windows and the door are closed
Replaying the memories of us with every move I make
in a darkness that is my remedy

Maybe someday we'll write our story together,
publish the book and make a living from it
Or maybe I'll write our story by myself
because you'll have forgotten our memories
Or maybe I won't write it either
because I'll have forgotten too
You know I'm bad at remembering things
and you know I can't write a story
I only can write a piece of trash full of bullshit
then post it on the internet
Like exactly what I'm doing right now.
As if anyone would actually read it
as if anyone would actually like it

Maybe someday we'll meet each other again in a pet store
where I'll buy a cat and you will too
And you'll ask me why I want to buy a pet
because you'll still remember that I'm not an animal lover
And I'll be surprised because you remember.
And then we'll begin to talk about our lives
about our memories
And maybe we'll start us again

Maybe we'll bump into each other in a bookstore
where we'll actually stand side by side in the same section
and when I'll drop a book you'll pick it up
and I'll say 'thanks' and you'll say 'you're welcome'
and we'll smile at each other and when we're on our own way home
we'll be wondering about each other,
"I think I've seen that person somewhere."

Maybe right now I'm hoping we'll never forget each other
maybe right now I'm wishing I had never met you at all
Maybe right now you're doing the same thing
or maybe you're just sleeping
Maybe I'm half dreaming right now,
writing this.
Maybe I'm fully sober,
and thinking, "Why can't I just stop writing this shit?"
Maybe that's because I hate saying goodbyes,
that I actually hate goodbyes in general.
But goodbyes are always there,
waiting at the end of the street,
waiting at the end of our journeys.

But hey, I think my car just broke down
so I can't reach the end of the street on time.
But maybe I'm happy it's broken.
So I don't have to say goodbye.
We don't have to say goodbye.
Just yet.

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Yup, not my best work but well, I was bored and I had a little idea so I wrote it. Not that good but the idea was pretty annoying, jumping in my head and stuff, so I just had to get it out.
So yeah, whatevs. Cheers.