leaving.

when time runs thin, we will come back here again.
the questions that we leave behind, they remain unanswered.
we'll pick them up again.

my cave holds warmth, my cave holds hope,
my bed stays firm, it is strong, so it can hold me,
through all of this.

if we don't feel the same, i won't be surprised.
remember me in various spots, with various words in my mouth.
when we return, we will do it all again.