Passersby

I've been searching for pieces of you after you go. I've been scanning through pages, going through stages Of us when we're not this broken yet; Trying not to fret that you'll never be able to know how I care for you. I know we were never meant to fly, just travellers passing by. We're just each other's sweetest lie, a flame that was meant to die, Just two strangers trying to forget our damn mistakes and regrets. ©reddragonfly⚘