“It’s gonna be different this time”,
Meaningful words were thrown his way;
Longing to feel, didn’t let this decay.

As seasons went by,
It all was the same;
Didn’t seem to know why,
She kept shouting his name.

Day became night,
Looked amazed by the sight,
But nothing could ever make this right.

Swimming in a sea of doubt,
The storm was approaching,
A familiar sound.

Disoriented but hoping,
Afraid, alone;
Whispers repeating,
“Can’t you see that she’s gone?”.

“I love you, i miss you”,
She came back for more,
Only to vanish, leaving him sore.

Echoes and memories filling the space,
It all seems familiar in this empty place.
“It’s gonna be different this time”,
Meaningless words were thrown away;
“I remember it well, I’ll be on my way.”