maybe you have always known it,
that to come here meant to stay,
for as long as it took to realize that perhaps,
you are not as young as you think you are,
not anymore; that
one day the skies will meet the horizon

and you will watch and know,
you've done all you came here for,
breathed life into something left by the wayside,
forgotten. but no.
they will not forget;
you will not let them.