Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Again and again and again and again.
How we always seemed to alternate between either working closely together, or standing so far apart.
Tick tock, tick tock. Time keeps moving. And here we are, standing not close enough to touch, no. But not far enough that I can say that you've left my heart.
Back and forth, back and forth. You've left me again; I asked you to stay but we both know that I still don't know how to hold you in my arms. That the sharp words and actions of a moment's anger have led to regret, and yearning. That maturity would bring with it hindsight and revelations of things I thought I knew long again.
Tick tock, tick tock. How long have you been up in the mountains, do you know? That the seasons have gone by me without a care, only because you are trapped in an eternal winter?
Back and forth, back and forth. Again and again. I try to show that you are precious to me. To try and plead with you to return with me, fruitlessly, like a fool would. But now I'll leave to be a better man, a man who would know, of the world, of how to hold you in my arms.
Tick tock. When I return, I pray to Arceus that this rift between us can be healed. That even if you would choose to never step into my embrace, then at least your smile would once again grace your face.