When I was younger
you once told me
When you were younger
all your dreams had been nightmares
and all your nightmares had been filled
with wolves hunting
you through the forest
You were plagued by migraines
for decades
and now it's my turn
When I was younger
we were never out of the woods
we were never in the clear
and now it's my turn
I am older
and so are
you
Maybe they were really right
but they chose the wrong words
And we are truly the same
tied together by invisible strings
trespassing age, time and blood
I was always the only one
who listened
who felt
who loved
you.