If I am of the ocean
I wrote
If you are of the sky
Then again
Those things seem
Easier
Somehow
More surmountable
Than where we are now
You are still
Living yesterday
While I
Mourne her death
You are still walking home
While put out the candles
I don't understand
Why letting go hurts
More than holding on
All I know
Is that both are killing me
I want to run to you
To cross into yesterday
Do it all over
For an hour or two
I want you
To love me
Properly
To touch me
Carefully
To see me
Honestly
~ may I die this way ~
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