sometimes it seems i am the only one bursting at the seams
we were made by the same seamstress
but not built of the same cloth
started off on the same road
but did not follow the same path
we used to fill up the same room
and now i roam the halls alone
i started to run before you even knew
how to walk the distance between us
i refused to learn how to swim
if it wasn’t alongside you
and now i have to dive into life everyday
without the promise of seeing your face
above the surface
you were always so affected by my presence
and i was always saddened by the lack of yours
we were made by the same seamstress
but sometimes it seems i am the only one
bursting at the seams