Never Has Become Always

I've been pulling skeletons From the back of my closet to keep me company Cause I'm less lonely when I'm with something that feels as dead as me Since your departure I'm an arrow without an archer Nowhere to call home I just return to a pile of bricks Abandoned and overgrown I tried to write this all in ink so you could see The trembling in my hands But ended up with paper cuts and dislocated limbs If I could reach a thousand miles Down streets and thoroughfares Right to your doorstep To my last misstep Would you still be there? What I wish was never has become always