Le Cygne

A Letter To You

For the lonely little freeway car

And bodies in the square,

For every time you came around

To fix them with a stare.

For twilight skies,

And fatigued, haunted eyes,

For every time you came around

To hush my quiet cries.

For you, I've written

Again and again trying to

Show you what you've given

Every time you came around even

When you yourself were sadness-ridden.

But you won't hear me now,

It's too late to say my vow,

For every time you came around

The despair bore even further down.

It's been eight months

Twenty days

Five hours

Thirty minutes

Seven seconds

Since you left me.

The freeway car seems

Even lonelier than before

And the bodies have grown

In number.

Many of the last of us

Were like you

And took themselves away

From this place

Instead of waiting for

The sickness to take them

Like all the others before.

I understand,

And I'm scared too,

I just wanted you to know that

I miss you

I'll never forget you

I love you...

And I know you'll be angry with me

Because you made me swear

That I would never follow

In your footsteps

But it's been so quiet

And so still

Without you here beside me

And I've held out for so long.

 I don't think I can take being alone

Anymore; so I won't.

I'm coming to see you soon

If you're still out there,

Happy and safe somewhere

Far away from here.

But even if you aren't,

And I never get to see your face again,

At least we won't be here

In the silence and the sadness,

The unending madness,

Any longer.