The Drummer


She says she’s never seen you play

And I can’t help but wonder why

The very thing that brought you to me

Is now a distant memory


She’ll never know the pain

Of watching you on stage

Of knowing you don’t belong to her

Or of walking away without a single goodbye


I’ll never understand how

The things that consume us

And make us who we are

Can be so fleeting


It begs the question

Of who you are

Who you’re becoming

And if I ever knew you at all.


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