Far away

drifting further
softly
unfocused eyesight
my friend
have you met
your fiery end
I think I'll fly
across the ocean
put you out
or walk the sky
take you back
to counting stars
or flares burning
craning necks
to when everything was clear
shining
clear as glass
in steam from breath
backwards to me
a foggy sentence
not ringing bells
lips straying
from the words
shying away
my old best friend
miles away
in my head
come inside
you are weary yet
you have met your fiery end
or are your flames
only beginning

I'll let you change

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