I hear your voice
I can't move, though- it's a lie

The trees dance as the drops pitter-patter against the leaves.
Mist danced along the branches, the bark humid against the wind.
I see you holding my tiny hand, laughing at my antics,
the cigarette dancing on your lips.

You were the Sun I followed even after your mind ran faster than you could.
The smiles you brought faded as your fear grew,
and when you really left

My mind started running faster than yours.