Reprise

It’s surprisingly, a reprise of your name.

I was thinking about memories,
About how the seasons change and leaves cascade.

I was thinking about people,
About how they come,
and go,
and leave you all alone.

I was thinking about you,
and me,
and everything in-between.

And maybe it seems we’ve drifted apart,
And maybe it seems i’ve lost all my parts,
And maybe it seems,

That nothing’s ever changed,
and all I’ve ever known was your name.