If I were a million miles in the air,
Would you try and reach me.
Would you even care.

What if I were right behind,
Would you turn to see,
You would come to realize,

I'm only 17.
Back when I would shut my eyes,
Just to hear you breathe.

I was only half alive,
And you were in between.


Did you see the skyline,
Monuments and all.
They could not compare to

What you were before
Back when I would bide my time,
Close but indiscreet,

I would rather be resigned,
Than speak and risk defeat.


Now that I adjust my eyes,
As you turn to leave,
I have come to realize,

That I was only 17.
Only 17.