Matthew's Consecration
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This is to consecrate a hero,
a soul of a small man,
acknowledgement of things transpired.
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There's time stamped on my soul
years we've carried within.
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Of all things I value,
of all tracks that took us so far,
of landscapes we've long left behind us.
There still is meaning to be found.
That can't be undone.
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There's no me without you,
heads collided.
I wish I could still give you so much more.
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I never thought we'd really part.
Two steps back in time.
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Looking at you I dive through the years,
time engulfs, flows through me,
When did all this time pass?
When did we set off on paths so separate?
Such were our predestinations?
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For the years of our exigency, we needed each other worse.
One of us outgrew,
paths departed.
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Now the table lies empty.
A farm clatters desolate,
a jacket hangs never worn.
One day I will learn to shout after you.
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But together we were never alone, friend.
We weren't alone.