How long must I hold my breath
Before I’m able to find your scent again?
Sitting on a bed of dying bent
Lifeless hays fill my skin
This bag of rusty bones and dusty flesh
Blown over dried seas of reminiscence
Seeking for that only scent
Of my missing soul
How high must I climb these steps
Before I’m able to reach your hands again?
Faltering on a muddy path of sorrow
Dark rain soaks my thin veil
Slipping over and over your footsteps
Calling, hailing, gasping out that spell
That very one word that brings
Pulse to my dying heart
How far must I stare into the sky
Before I’m able to catch a glimpse of your silhouette again?
Floating in a blue painting of a starry night
Swinging from a burning star to another
Clinging onto the sharp edges
Letting pain pierce through my palms
Dripping along that green dark vein
Blood seeping out of my life
How deep must I bury myself in this cold dark earth
Before I’m able to feel your arms around me again?
Lying bare and exposed in this space underground
Wondering if life has ever even existed
Within your tight embrace
As my fingers clutches your bare shoulders
Holding ourselves into each other
With my every breath…
Still I can’t seem to find you
No matter what I do
No matter where I look
No matter how much I cry
Or how long I wait
You just ceased to exist.
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