No one left behind

I constantly reminisce about those times when we danced in water

or gazed at the ocean with the most meditated mind

It's changing: the form. from live to dead

From closeness to nothing

Then the anomaly appears when I least expect it

So I step into the forest of intertwined fate

And walk down the passage into eternal damnation

I look back and confirm that there's no one behind, that i'd be the last.