"Such a lingering goodbye

The time you had to cry

Out and about, anyhow

Just so little to decide

A lot to leave behind

Out and about

Such a lingering concern

The time you had to learn

Turn down your lights

Just how little they have heard

They’ll wait for you to turn

Turn down your eyes

It started to feel more and more like a waning spell, a fruitless endeavour to keep up with the past. I thought, maybe if I let things run their course, our differences can be overcome. Yet when I said to think of others, he said to mind my own. And when I pleaded for likenesses, it merely made him frown. Sometimes, there were these moments where I thought we’d find a middle ground, an openness to learn, but he never followed through. So I turned up my gaze."