An echo

You are the navigator who never could lead
we were lost in the silver sea
I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink.

I am your thought but the water is amnesia
my name is on the tip of your tongue
My image is slipping
but your memory is gripping it
this is my breath in your lungs

I think I finally understand.
What it meant. Why it happened.
I understand now, why I can see only your back.
It was enough then, it is enough now.
Funny how the same thing can be so different at the same time.
But thank you for still being an echo in my mind.
An echo that reminds me
what now means to me.

I'm hooked onto The Hush Sound. It's addicitive.