​Walking in opposite directions

The city sleeps, a quiet hum beneath the glass, Another streetlamp fades as morning starts to pass. I trace the lines upon the pane, the water's slow descent, And wonder where the pieces go, the time we always spent. And every step I take, it leads me further from the shore, A whisper in the silence, knocking at my door. Walking in opposite directions, chasing down a fading sun, Lost in these reflections, knowing what is done. Across the fields of memory, where shadows softly fall, I hear your distant symphony, answering the call. The scent of dust, an autumn chill upon the air, A broken promise hanging, just beyond repair. I watch the clouds drift slowly, painting grey across the blue, And every shape they take, reminds me still of you. And every step I take, it leads me further from the shore, A whisper in the silence, knocking at my door. Walking in opposite directions, chasing down a fading sun, Lost in these reflections, knowing what is done. Across the fields of memory, where shadows softly fall, I hear your distant symphony, answering the call. ​ And the rain keeps falling, a rhythm on the pane, Washing over everything, erasing all the pain. Or so I tell myself, in moments when I'm weak, This silent, endless journey, is all that I can speak. Walking in opposite directions, chasing down a fading sun, Lost in these reflections, knowing what is done. Across the fields of memory, where shadows softly fall, I hear your distant symphony, answering the call. Opposite directions... Fading sun... Yeah...