There is no place for me here,
no home, no name,
left unbroken.

The distant sky holds our story,
written in vanishing clouds.

Once,
by the river,
your hands
were mine
to hold,

But time has taken everything.

Now,
they slip through—
like forgotten,
long-lost dreams.

I leave—
this world behind,
not to escape,
but to find you,
where
the stars have no end.

Tell me,
were you ever real,...