I went back there again last night
An impression of you was embalmed in the concrete
Next to where we were sitting
I thought we were alone then
But I think that was just my own projection
You stared off at that place that night
That place that I'm at now
The one with the great spires of concrete
Surrounded by ceaseless factories devoid of life
In this barren valley
As the pylons cried out their chorus
You surrendered yourself
And I followed
The other night I had this dream that I saw you again
You were sitting up at this bench that was overlooking a field while the sun was setting
But in this dream when I looked at you
My chest didn't drop
Instead, I felt like I needed to one-up you in some way
To show you that I've changed since those nights and
I've risen past who I was back then
Maybe it's because I still feel embarrassed
But I think it's because I'm still somewhat envious of you
Back then you were this beacon
A symbol of everything I wanted to be
And then you left
You had good reasons to leave
And a lot of those were because of me
Even now when I've come to terms with my own mistakes
I still think that, in a way
Maybe the whole thing was some projection of myself that you were merely the screen for
But this isn't entirely true
We were two opposing voids
Feeding on each other's spirals
A couple of weeks after that night I did see you again
Only briefly, as you walked past the hill where I was sitting
For a moment, I felt shocked
But then I laid my head back
We had a place in each other's lives back then
And there is no point in reflecting on what I could've done differently
I was always going to make those mistakes
But now as the sun descends below the horizon
The spires crack and the clouds clear
In the crater where I once laid
I look up at the sky
And I see the stars