Trip

Floating towards me inch by inch
Unraveled by a sturdy grip
The light in your eyes left
Orchestrated for a trip
Can you even hear me, darling?
Must’ve been the wind.

Claim you need me now not later
Rushing towards sweet, slow, and savour
Carefully stock your favorite flavor.
Dreaming of all those days we spent
Like those nights would never end.
Must’ve been the wind.