I am still stumbling in your footsteps;
I see you, but you’re out of reach,
I call you, but in my heart only
Because I know you do not want to hear;
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Forever following a shadow;
Exhausted, falling to my knees
Onto the mountain path lost in clouds,
Your back forever turned on me;
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And driven mad by this ringing silence –
Yours and mine, and this of the space around –
I fail to realise we’ve long since made it off the mountain,
And there’s no need to live a life so loveless;
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Yet, I’m still walking in blurred footsteps
On mountain paths that my imagination draws,
Forever chasing the changing shadows,
Whose backs, turned on me, feel like yours