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My name is Beck

My name is Beck

Now that time has passed

People come and go,
A river of clichés
Passing by
 
Been thinking
Of you
For a couple years
Now
 
“I really miss talking to you.”
Is all I can hear
Now
 
I draw new people
near,
yet nothing
Feels clear
 
Your voice is
Ringing in my ears
 
I can see signs
of you
Everywhere I go
 
I knew you way
Before this snow
 
I found someone new
They disappeared too
But all I’m left with
Is memories of you

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