Why has everything changed? Everything is the same:
The sky is still shedding blue light
The same forrest, same air, same water, same rain
Only he is not back from the fight.

Now I’ll never find out who was right among us
In our disputes, without respite.
Only now I find I miss him because
He didn’t return from the fight.

He was awkwardly quite, out of turn he would hum
And he missed all the points outright
He would not let me sleep, he was up with the sun
Yesterday he was lost in the fight

That its empty - that’s not what this is about
There is a TWO that is missing from sight
And it feels as if wind had my fire blown out
When he didn’t return from the fight

Burtsing out, as if from captivity, Spring
By mistake I call out for a light
"Friend, a smoke" but only the wind answering
Yesterday he was lost in the fight

Our dead will not leave us in fires to bake
Our fallen - like gurdians defend
And the forest reflecting the sky, like a lake
And the trees radiating blue stand

For us, space in the bunker was plenty enough
And together we watched time’s flight
Now it’s all just for one, but it feels like a bluff
Feels like I really died in the fight.