Losing

Ever try singing a lullaby
to a memory fading out
like the last rays of sunlight
glimmering like home, but always out of reach?

And one of these days,
the mountains will swallow the sky.
Then maybe I'll start looking for the stars
and for sunlight.
Almost like you, one of these days.

Ever try embracing a shadow?
Because that's how it feels,
to be losing,
to be holding onto you.