Take care over there.
Sunset low on the dark horizon.

There is only so much time we have left.
There is only so much left to say.

The number of breaths being made.
The number of heartbeats counting down.

Cherish it in the memories you leave behind.
Forever unyielding against time.

And so the time ran out and our mouths were left parched and dry of thirst, such an unbearable thirst that leaves you wishing and regretting the actions you took in time and before you were aware of who you were becoming back then to today.