Suddenly I just ached,
For all the things we had to undertake.
To all the conquests we stopped by and left,
And all the unfamilliar faces we both met.
Way back '17 you were the best.
T'was a year to euphoric for us to rest.
There she was seen running away,
Then there was he a home to stay.
Said it was a perfect picturesque,
Of science and religion in an ironic grostesque.
And then he played genetics with why's,
Why she was his x and she was his y.
Quite his mind was too fathomless,
Nay csf jocularity would meet them in depth.
Epiphany brought them in great incandesce,
Led them towards their fictitious death.
An atonement for all the things that I mistook,
And to your heart and soul that I solemnly took.
To Q's and M's and "who hurt you the best?",
On that distance and night and how well I was dressed.
A hologram of waves and said goodnights,
Seen as your skin and bones fit perfectly right.
Twenty seventeen you were quite that high,
When he sang that song at 12, "for you I'd bleed myself dry".