I miss you
I know we're talking
But I miss you
It's not quite the same as it was
It's stiffer
Colder
Like a forcefully reanimated body with stiffened joints
An unfinished necromancy I tried to perform
But I'm not much of a necromancer
And the oiling of joints is bit up to me
There is only one who can make these bones breathe again
If it's in the cards
It took me a while to accept that
To realize that we'd taken similar stairs
And ended up on different floors
