Your breath is no longer on my back,
your fingertips
don't tickle my palm,
the sweetness of your whispers
is lost to me
(and it had always been so dear...)
Sometimes I catch glimpses
of your stretched hand
offering a safe ride home.
If only I could reach it.
I know that it's my fault,
that we're only as strong
as I am,
but I can no longer keep you alive
if I can't keep myself living.
Of every dance I've missed,
of every piece of myself I gave away,
of every talent shadowed by pain,
you are the greatest loss.
I've never needed you more.
I'll keep looking for you
behind every pair of eyes,
between the notes of every melody
and each recess of my soul.
My only unbroken promise
will be fruitless and unfair,
but I bow to keep my faith
even if nothing else matters.
And if you wait for me
at the bottom of the Abyss,
well...
I guess it's good I'm headed that way.
