Light years

I’ve used hammers made out of wood.
I have played games with pieces and rules.
I undeciphered tricks at the bar, but now you’re gone.
I haven’t figured out why.
I’ve come up with riddles and jokes about war.
I figured out numbers and what they’re for.
I’ve understood feelings and I’ve understood words but how could you be taken away?

And wherever you’ve gone and wherever we might go.
It don’t seem fair. Today just disappeared.
Your light reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were but stones. Your light made of stars.

With heavy breath awakened regrets.
Back pages and days that could have been spent together but we were miles apart.
Every inch between us becomes light years now.
No time to be void or save up on life.
Oh, you got to spend it all.

And wherever you’ve gone and wherever we might go.
It don’t seem fair. You seam to like it here.
Your light reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were but stones. Your light made of stars.

And wherever you’ve gone and wherever we might go.
It don’t seem fair. Today just disappeared.
Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were by stones. Your light made of stars.