Sometimes I recall

the motion. 

Of a hand waving goodbye. 

I try so hard to fight the feeling, that still lingers on inside. 

But every single moment, I am running with the past. 

With every door that opens I can't help looking back at the pieces that are gone, at what we could have become. I try hard, and still, if it would be your will, I would be the one you need. 

I wonder when we became strangers. 

It is like you slipped out of my hands. 

I tried to hold on for some reason. 

It took me long to understand.

I ran out onto the frozen lake
Not knowing how easy it could break.
It gave me all quite a scare.
Sometimes I wish I'd get back to all of those things, so simple and pure,
I am not sure they can be that any more.