An Open Letter

It is almost like we've died

Entwined in that way we are

Entwined in that way we are

And our voices, our touch, our lips

Are searching

For answers to questions not asked

It is not

A belief in dreams

It is not

A refusal to accept

It is

A refusal to let go

And words written

Over time only serve to paint these days

A clearer shade of black

Now a dying wave on a shallow sea

Now a dying wave on a shallow sea, sea, sea, sea

Sea, sea, sea, see

Our lives fade apart to converge

Only in my darker hours, only in my saddest hours

Take these words pulled from me

Tied to you

Destroyed

Destroyed

Destroyed

Destroyed

Yours

Always

Always