You have never been much of a follower

You have drawn and crossed the line

You mirrored me to give a little

Then you moved on with life

And left with me are wisps of you

A scent in the air

It catches me on weekdays mostly

And holds me there

For a moment we are back to when

You were here as mine

When we would let our hearts dictate when we ran out of time

The pictures of you are fading

It's harder to recall

I've painted a new one lately

We're standing ten foot tall

Memories and dreams

Far away it seems like we never put a foot wrong

I'm starting to think that just maybe it was perfect after all

Maybe we were perfect after all