it gets colder now -
the wind
the night
the skies
and you.
your shoulder brushes by
(am I dead to you?)
but the sparks
they shine
they soar
they suck me in
until they can't anymore.
i miss you -
more than anything,
I miss you
and I'll have you
over and over again
until I can't anymore.
then you'll be gone,
lost in the eternal bliss
that lit you up
and spat you back out.
once more I'm crying out:
I miss you
