Whichever way it goes, I’ll be behind it.
On the coldest winter nights or the hottest summer days. On the topmost peak of the mountains or the ground below the cold summit. Under the deep blue sea or above while under the flames of the sun. At the end side of the city or another country across. Even underground or above the marble stone.
Though as days passed, things inevitably changes. Like how we aren’t what we used to or how we begin to feel the coldest ice we ever felt.
Our grips are slowly loosening, but I keep on holding. I can feel your palm already, I can even get the message you’re sending. It makes me sad, making me shed the tears of loss. Today, I’m taking it back.
Whichever way it goes, I’ll be behind it and just stay.