There were many hours we spent together,
Looking for answers and trying to remember.
You remember that time we spent,
Planning to stay in a tiny tent,
In that cold boat,
On the waves of that huge reservoir-y moat.
Hoping we would make it to the island,
Or to the small patch of sand,
As our arms were aching
And my body was shaking.
There was that other time,
You walked ahead and I was trying to climb,
The oxygen was scarce
And I was sure it was a farce,
Because I just couldn’t be dying,
That bloody night in the Himalayas.