spring reminds me of you
and when the cherry blossoms
come back to face the sun
I know
I’ll think of you and see
memories on every street

but time will pass
one day I won’t
think of you and I
look forward to that—
the morning I will
open my eyes

I reached out for you
one last time
and we couldn’t stop
the wind from blowing
our card-houses
out of our hands

it’s time to let
this dream
go
these cards we drew
don’t match or mix
they go with the wind

so you go your way
and I’ll go mine
I won’t look back
I need to wake up
let go
we can’t keep doing this

there’s no shame
in surrender
close the door
wake up

just please
promise me
you won’t come back

a/n: it's over.