Echoes

I bleed with you now  
I bleed with the lost things
With the memories of a lost boy  
 
Should fate ever reach us  
It shall be in the deepest layers of hell  
Where we belong
Where you promised we’d meet
After you kissed the air goodbye
With a silent ciao to the daylight
 
Long nights spent in philosophy  
Have now become echoes  
Of better times
The best times!
Of our short meaningless lives
 
Where you showed me the way to myself
And I learnt to laugh in the darkness
 
© Indie Adams 2012