Stillframes speak to me from the past
the leftovers of your “what-ifsâ€?
they stab me in the heart like icicles
falling hard for falling apart
and I can’t save you anymore.

I can hear my memory in your laughter
nearly obscured by broken promises and your new ideals.
We’ve been drifting apart like petals on the last dandelion of last year
because my best wasn’t good enough
and I can’t save you anymore.

But you can keep my baggage
when this journey is over.
And please forgive me,
for I’ve walked upon the road of ever-after without your company.
but I can’t save you anymore.