Reunions

We have no need for reunions,

If our childhood friends keep on dying,

We can catch up at the next one,

Just as long,

As the next one isn't mine,

Oh isn't mine,

Who decided that we should see,

The preciousness of existence,

Only when it's too late and all you're left with,

Is pure anguish,

Wrapped in memories,

Trapped in memories,

Memories,

We're painting portraits of someone who,

Left us long ago,

Unintentional annulment of,

A lifetime or so,

It's too painful to notice the mirror,

Reflect the passing of the years,

Of the years,

Loss has spoiled my appetite,

For triviality,

And the comfort it brings,

Let's go back into the forest and just melt into trees,

Change colour with the seasons,

And dissolve into seeds,

Stay there and only leave,

When we get carried by the stream,

By the stream.