I've been thinking about you again,
it's so hard to accept that you're gone,
left me to bitter sights and winter nights,
crying out tears, struggling to breathe, in pain.
Seeing you makes me sigh, thinking of our times,
midnight drives, watching the moon shine,
I miss you far too much, I need that touch.
Not just skin on skin, I want your listening,
your patience while I was like a patient,
enduring the terrors of this forsaken world,
but mending those horrors with your hold,
so golden and never-ending, my heart would fold.
You felt the same way, as we watched each day,
you found a bay, where your thoughts could lay,
your heart began to grow, yet mine would slow,
you found your flow, while I remained so low.
